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kyurizeu · 1 year

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Uncalled for— ‼️CHAPTER ONE‼️

(Pls someone teach me to use tumblr😭)

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Summary: u accidentally sent a text to Jake making the best accidentever.

Genre: ‼️, EVENTUAL FLUFF AND SMUT‼️

Wc:

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, hickeys, unprotected sex (use a condom fr), rude speaking and cursing, parises, more lmk if i missed smt!!

Pairing: Reader X Jake, maybe mentions of other pairs…

This is the unchecked version

I wrote this on a boat in 2 hrs😭

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Jake was your best friend Yeonjuns ”bro” and was in the same frat house as Him too, so you know him pretty well. Last Saturday you accidentally sent Jake a picture of yourself trying on a bikini at a store, because he had the same profile picture as your Bsf Hanni. He replied with “Y/N? Wtf” And instantly you realised that you sent it to Jake and your heart dropped to your stomach. Now… you have to face him again on monday, this will horrible since you two always walk to class in the morning cuz you both have 70 mins of math at 8:30 on mondays.

(Monday 5th of September 2022)

You wake up irritated by loud and obnoxious knocking at your bedroom door. You knew in your heart it was Soobin (your annoying ass brother). “FUCK OFF SOOBIN” you throw your teddy mr. hugs towards your door just in time for Soobin to open the door and get hit in the face with mr. hugs. “You idiot it’s already 7:46!!!” He opens ur curtains and tries to pull the blanket off of you. “Stopp…” you irritatedly bicker.

He suddenly stops to look at your neck and starts hitting your legs. “Y/N WHY DO YOU HAVE HICKEYS?! WHO ARE THEY FROM?!” He shook your half asleep body back to life.

“Gosh Soobin… i have no idea what your talking about. Let me go.” “NO Y/N YOU HAVE LIKE 8 HICKEYS ON YOUR NECK!” You only now realised what he said and you finally opened your eyes “wait WHAT?!” You instantly jump out of bed to look in the mirror only to see 8 purple and red marks on your neck. “I- who did this?! I can’t remember anything..” Soobin just got a laughter attack and you ran downstairs just to see Yeonjun in the Kitchen.

“Y/n you’re awake! I made u a sandwich cuz i know u slept too late. Wait what is on ur neck—“ you ran into the bathroom and quickly put your hair into a surprisingly cute bun covered you face and sadly neck with concealer and applied some lip oil and then ran back upstairs to your room only cor your delight Soobin was still laughing and had something in his hands.

“SOOBIN WHAT IS THAT?!” He flinched a little and ran away knowing you’d hit him if you felt like it. Soobin was holding your phone and as you looked at the locked screen, you saw all the messages you got last night. You were not in the mood to read group texts from your class about the party you apparently made out w someone random OR WORSE fucked last night at.

“Y/N LETS GO YEONJUN IS DRIVING ME TO SCHOOL RN HE CAN DROP U OFF TOO!!!” Soobin is seariously the most annoying man in this whole universe but atleast he’s a use sometimes getting u rides to school. “COMINGG!!”

You got into Yeonjuns car with his sandwich in your mouth. You three just sat in silence as the sound of ur chewing on your sandwich filled the car until Soobin opened his idiotic mouth: “So Y/n… who’s the hickey guy??” Yeonjun laughed in a teasing tone and you groaned. “Seariously i have no idea, i think i just made out with a random guy at yesterday’s party at Niki’s house..” they quickly glance at each other “oh so the party was at nikis house huh? Gotta ask him later today abt it…” Yeonjun sounded a little worried “huh why??” You knew they liked Niki because he was a part of their huge friend group of 12 but somehow they seemed to be suspicious about Niki.

“Niki knows hella lot of people and we weren’t at that party cuz we were at a bar 21+ w some of our bros but… Niki is just 18… i guess he just hosted his own party then.” You shrugged and ate your sandwich until the car stopped at your favourite cafe called belle vue.

“Alr bye y/n!” Soobin and yeonjun yelled in a duo. “Oh nah i’m not going here today… just drop me off with Soobin.” Yeonjun and Soobin furrowed their eyebrows a bit confused.. “aren’t you walking with Jake today? Don’t you two always get morning coffee and walk to school together?”

“Mmhm yeah nor anymore… dw tho it’s nothing important.” Soobin let out a sigh that sounded like he slipped the word “girl drama” out of his lips so you stepped on the back of his seatbelt and made him cough. “Okay no you’re getting all of us coffee or we leave you to walk here, its 8:16 so you’ll be late if u walk!” Soobin is such an arse.. “fine ugh, but u two ARE paying me back. and i SWEAR TO GOD if i see jake in there. I will throw ur coffees on this car.” You left into the cafe angrily. “Shes scary, but funny”

You stepped into the cafe and ordered the coffees and the thing you feared the most, ofc it happened. Jake, Jake sim was behind you in line to get coffee and when you turned to leave the cafe you accidentally made eye contact with him.

“Here are your coffees but be glad I didn’t pour them on the car Because SIM FUCKING JAK-”

“YO JAKE!! you want a ride to school? U’ll be late if u walk!” Yeonjun waved his hands through the car window aignaling Jake to come in the car. “Fuck” you sigh.

The ride to school was awkward. Jake, Yeonjun and Soobin were being just as annoying as usual but something was off with Jake. Jake seemed to look at you more than usual. Then all of the sudden Jake whispered: “I wonder how you got all those hickeys…” with a smirk.

You got really anxious and just whispered back: “i wish i remembered.” Which seemed to make Jake a bit annoyed.

Finally Yeonjun parked his car and you instantly saw your friend group waiting for u inside the building.

You walked to class with Jake but it was just quiet the whole time. It was a really awkward day on its own but finally your favourite part of the day, LUNCH!!!

(I’m using a different way of speaking lines i hope yall r ok w it just cuz theres many speakers!)

Hanni: “y/n you never told us what happened after you left the party to go upstairs!!!”

Chaewon: “yeah well i think your neck explains a lot…”

Y/n: “shut up… I actually can’t even remember who did this to me. I’m worried if i did more that just hickeys…”

Chaeryong: “GURL YOI DONT EVEN KNOW?!! IT WAS JAKE”

Y/n: “fuck no. FUCK NO.”

Kazuha: “wait don’t you like him though?”

Y/n: “i.. yeah i guess but something awkward happened on saturday and i didn’t know that we spoke after that and i also saw him today gosh it was SO awkward… WHAT HAVE I DONEE!?” You rub your eyes on your hands and bang your head against the table.

Danielle: “it’s fine dw well help you… but first, what happened on saturday?”

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You decided to call Jake on Wednesday because the atmosphere was so awkward around him the past couple days.

“Hey y/n?”

“H-hi Jake i just… wanted to chat a little if thats okay with you..?”

“Oh- i mean s-sure whats up?

“So i just kind of have to apologise.. i’ve been awkward with you for these couple of days because i… I don’t remember sunday at all and i don’t know what to say to you after the text.. thing.

“I can’t tell you over the phone y/n. I’m coming over”

He hung up the call and you instantly got ready for him.

In about 10 minutes he was at the door and as you walked downstairs you saw Soobin at the door talking to Jake and u quickly yanked Jake by his arm to your room.

“Explain.” You say as soon as the door shuts. “Y/n, i told you at that party that i loved the picture you sent me.”

“Y-you loved, It?” You began blushing. “Yes, you told me you had feelings for me. So… we made out… i’m sorry if you didn’t want to”

“Oh trust me i wanted to. I want even more.” He instantly looked at you, after a while you looked at his lips and he instantly leaned closer to you. You pulled him closer to you by his hoodie collar crashing your lips on his and he placed his delicate veiny hands behind your neck also pulling you closer to him. He pinned you on your bed and started sliding his hands all around your now sweating and hot body. You kept the deep never ending kiss going while you slid your soft hand into his hoodie touching his abs, making you blush even more. He started undressing you and himself as you catch your breath. Suddenly you’re not wearing anything but your matching underwear. He was wearing only his boxers but not for long.

He slid his hand in your panties to get you ready for him and he adored you as you whimpered already under his touch. “You’re so wet for me. Are you ready to take all of me in?” You mumble between moans: “yes Jake please.” “Oh but i don’t have a condom-“ “it’s fine i’m on the pill, just- fuck me Jake.”

He flipped you over to the doggy position ripping your panties off and he gave his cock a few strokes and already started lining himself up in your entrance. “You’re so wet already” As soon as his tip touched your pussy lips you started shivering and felt like heaven. He pushed his cock all the way in and you felt something you’ve never felt before, it was so deep inside of your cunt that it seemed like a reflex to moan as loud as you could. “You’re so tight Y/n, god you feel amazing though.” He placed his hands on your waist to guide you and started thrusting quicker by the second. You moaned like never before. You felt the familiar knot building up in your lower stomach. “J-Jake i-i’m gonna cum..” you managed to get out of your mouth between moans. “Oh no, not yet babe. He slowed down teasing you and after a minute or two he started quickening his pace again adding his fingers on your clit making you cry out in pleasure. “You’re taking me so well” he said while groaning making you sense that he’s close too. “I-I’m cumming Jake!!”

You came on his dick and almost immediately after he painted your walls white with his cum. “You did so well princess.” He caressed your cheeks and gave you a peck on the lips. You both fell onto the bed panting, he made sure you’re alright and he cleaned you twos mess. After all that you two kissed for a couple more minutes and chatted about what just happened… then suddenly-

Soobin just opened the door and gave you two a side eye “quiet down next time.” And left the door open.

You and Jake quickly looked at each other scared and you chuckled awkwardly.

Well great…

After a while you walked with him downstairs and as soon as he left you heard another door open. “CHOI Y/N WHAT WAS THAT?” Soobin ran downstairs to yell at you. “Are you seariously fucking jake?” You felt the atmosphere getting awkward. “Y-Yes i am i suppose…” “SINCE WHEN Y/N?!” He seemed to be a bit panicked… “well, since today…” “it was HELL listening to you, did you forget that I am at home or were you too cockdrunk?” “Did you use protection?!” “IS HE BLACKMAILING YOU?!” “Did he lose a bet-“ He kept asking so so many questions you couldn’t keep up. “Shut up dumbass, No, no, no, no. Can i just.. process what just happened..?” You’re walking upstairs to the shower while soobin is following your every step. “Okay. WAIT YOU DIDNT USE PROTECTION?! Y/N” he screamed after you locked the bathroom door. “I’ve got it under control bro chill out.” He left and you went into a hot steamy shower.

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CHAPTER 2 WILL BE WRITTEN IF YOU GUYS WANT IT SO LIKE THE POST PLS😘🫶

#jake smut #jake sim #enhypen smut #enhypen fanfiction

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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about caregiver!aaron !! he’d be so so so sweet 😕

yes!! ive been having this thought for weeks so let me pen it!! cw:talks of a slightly 'little' reader aka age regression, aaron is full caregiver!mode! use of daddy nonsexually. don't like it don't read!

Aaron's been waiting for you to slip all day.

More accurately, he’d known you had needed to slip all week, but there hadn’t been a quiet and safe moment for Aaron to help you regress. He had been waiting and now that the week was over and he had secured the weekend off for the entire team, he knew it was the perfect time to help you regress so you could finally relax.

He’d seen the glaze in your eyes after you had wrapped the case and on the drive home he made a quick stop at the grocery to get a few necessities to make your night much more comfortable.

“Wanna come out?" he asks, hand brushing back the hair falling in your face.

“What are we going for?” your voice is soft and your eyes are even glossier than they were before. Aaron hates the way you can’t slip yet, and he can tell you’re growing more anxious as you force yourself to remain ‘big.’

“We don't have any more of the Little Debbie cakes you like and we gotta replace your mug,” you nod and rub your face with the back of your hand tiredly.

“’Wanna choose my mug.” you let Aaron unbuckle you and lead you through the grocery. He keeps his fingers interlocked with yours, especially when you spot the sale they were having on the cakes you loved.

You grab four boxes of the fancy cakes-which Aaron can’t object to because he knows the regression might last through the weekend and he just wanted you happy-, a couple white chocolate bars and then you let Aaron lead you to the mugs.

You’d broken your usual one washing it the other day and between the cases over the last few weeks, you hadn’t had time to replace it.

Aaron had ordered one but it wouldn’t arrive till another week.

“This one, please.” you point to the mug with an illustration of butterflies in the centre, different from your last one but Aaron wasn’t going to deny you.

“You sure, bug?” you look up at him, a small smile on your lips.

“Yeah, this one.” A confident nod accompanies your words and Aaron sets it in the basket he has in his hands.

When you’re back in the car, he opens one of your cakes and hands it off to you, “I’ll make you some milo when we get home, ‘kay?”

As you munch on the cake you can feel yourself slip further into the headspace and tap Aaron's bicep.

“Daddy,” you murmur and he nods, turning to kiss your cheek.

“S’alright baby, daddy knows. It’s okay to slip, bug.”

Aaron’s reassurance had been enough to let the tension in your shoulders drop and for you to slump against the seat with a smile.

You hum along to some of the pop songs on the radio, but mostly you take small nibbles of your cake and wiggle your toes in your boots, ready to be showered and in pyjamas.

“D’you want a bath or a shower, bug?” Aaron leads you into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to you as he waits on your decision.

“Bath please, daddy.” you wipe away the water that dribbles down your chin with a lazy stroke and Aaron takes the glass before it can fall from your slack grip.

“Alright baby,” the bath is filled and you’re in it for a total of twenty long minutes, Aaron deciding against washing your hair that late but dousing it in some oil and tying it off into two pigtail braids with ribbon on the end.

“Can I wear the heart pyjamas?” your wet lashes blink slowly up at Aaron. There’s something about you in this headspace that makes his heart overflow with love for you. He’s not sure if it’s because you trust him to take care of you when you’re like this or if it’s the way your eyes form literal hearts when you stare at him, but whatever it is, he adores the feeling.

“‘Course, bug.” he opens the drawer you have with all your pyjamas fr nights like this and holds the ribbed white cotton splashed with pink and red hearts out to you.

“C’mere,” when you’re dressed he sits you on the bed and rubs some of your moisturiser onto your face. “Stay here for daddy, m’gonna go for your milo and your cakes.”

Aaron erases your pout with a quick peck, patting your back as he jerks his head towards your spot in bed. “Get comfy.”

“Ready?” he asks, setting you on the bed and setting your warm chocolate milk on his bedside table along with two more of your cakes.

“Yeah, can we watch Winnie the Pooh, daddy? But not the Heffalump one. That one's scary.”

Aaron nods, remembering all the times he’s had to take the movie off because you always get scared in the beginning.

Before he sits on the bed beside you, he reaches for your stuffed Pooh on the chair at your vanity.

“Do you want your blanket?” he asks, already reaching for the soft fleece coverlet on the trunk in front of the bed before you can answer. He tucks the soft material around your yellow bear and drapes the rest over your body.

“Thanks, daddy.” you lay curled into Aaron’s chest as he finds the movie, Pooh sitting on Aaron’s stomach so you don't dirty him as you eat your cakes.

Aaron can think of no better way to spend his time, he keeps a hand patting your bum through the entire movie and when your milo is finished and you can’t stop yawning he rubs your back and helps you fall asleep on him.

Not before you pout, ‘kiss us goodnight daddy,’ and he drops a kiss to your cheeks and then on Pooh’s.

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #caregiver!aaron

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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I just gotta hop back in here bc

did someone say p r i m a l hak?? no i need to hear more on this bc oh my lord that's such a ughh yes pls

hak is so underrated hot like he's fr such a giver but combined with a primal kink? pls give us more beloved

🐈

A/N: idk how I managed to conjure this shit up with 5 hours of sleep. tbh I wasn't planning on making it this long but damn okay sexy brain 😮‍💨

so I feel like hak's thing for primal play would be incredibly secret. Like you wouldn't even think he'd be into that especially from his happy and soft personality

but you end up finding out about it while you were trying to run away from him after "accidentally" smearing frosting on his face, he was determined to get you back for it with a wad of whip cream in his hand

eventually he catches up to you and tackles you on the bed, locking you in place while straddling your hips down to the bed. by some miracle he's able to get both your wrists with one hand and he smears the whip cream on your cheek all the way down to your collarbone

you both laugh and tell him to clean you off, but what you didn't realize this whole time while he's got you locked under his grasp was he was already going into primal mode subconsciously and LICKS the whip cream off

of course your instinct reaction was to moan from the sensation of his wet tongue over your skin but you immediately blush and say sorry but instead he intently looks into your eyes, gets closer to your face and just licks your lips, making you moan like a touched-starved loser (but he's fucking basking in your helplessness right now tbh)

something in him snaps, he immediately grabs your very thin shirt and rips it apart with his bare hands and attacks your chest, marking you up as much as he can while he swiftly removes your bottoms along with your underwear and changes position to have your legs wrapped around his torso as he rubs his clothed cock against your wet aching cunt.

the thought of your arousal soaking the front of his sweatpants as he continues to ravage your chest, sucking on your tits like it was his last source of sustenance

he continues to dry hump you until you're cumming all over his pants, and right after he immediately flips you over on your stomach, pulls down his sweatpants enough to free his incredibly hard cock and slips it in your wet entrance with no second thought about preparation because you're incredibly soaking, making the initial stretch of his cock inside you more manageable

now he's roughly thrusting into you, the weight of his body laid on top of you so you have no chance of squirming, hands grabbing your tits for dear life as he grunts like an animal in heat against your ear

needless to say, this goes on for hours on end and you both forget about cake in the kitchen you were suppose to decorate for Jacob's birthday

(well... you're gonna have to make another one because Hakyneon plans on smearing all that cake frosting and whip cream on your naked body later on and cleaning you up again as dessert 🥴)

#haknyeon smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #the boyz scenarios #ju haknyeon smut #kpop smut #tbz hard hours

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seokjinsonlyone · 11 months

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if one of the members hit u up on social media somehow n y’all get serious, would u drop everything and move to korea to be with them?

without a moment of hesitation as soon as they say "do u want -" i'm already 6 hours into the plane ride like for any member the answer is yes i'm madly in love wit da whole crew but now i wanna play this scenario out

also i'm doing this under the assumption that this is post enlistment like i'm not moving to korea just for my man to be gone for 2 years 😭 like i'd wait for them no DOUBT but i'll wait in america with my family in the comfort of my own home 😌

okay so for jk i'd move but we could NOT live together like we got to learn to love each other in person bc lemme tell u he'd piss me off and i'd annoy him so bad if we lived together off the jump like i have a morning job so being up at 1-5 in the morning singing and cooking and is not the move and then look i'm a fan of ambience i am but a bad bith got depression i got to have the lights on or else i'd never do anything skskksdk so since i'd be living alone i'd def need to have a job so idk what energy i'd have left for him LOL like it'd require a lot of adjustments on both our parts bc we is both weird and oddly particular all in all either he'd have to love me a whole lot to make us work or i think the sex would keep us together for a good 3-4 months before he realizes it's not worth it but i would stay in korea for at least a year like i could nOt show my face back in america any sooner than that. (side note: i think if i let him provide for me we'd be super compatible tbh but then we'd be more like besties instead of bf gf) approximate success rate: 46%

oh lawd wit tae i'd have to battle with the dog like i think we could live together but me and tannie would be mortal enemies he’d be my sworn nemesis like straight up dr doofenshmirtz and perry the platypus the way we’d be at each other’s throats bc all he gotta do is turn his neck backwards and hit me wit dat judgmental glare one time and i’m ready to square up but tae seems like the type fall in love very hard so if he’s asking me to move to korea for him he’s willing to make it work and frfr all i gotta do is take yeontan out on a walk one good time he gon get tired bout halfway through and then look for me to hold him and that'll settle most of our differences we may not be best friends but we'll have come to an understanding then all that's left to do is work on tae like get him to get the dog off his mouth off the table and out the kitchen and it's smooth sailing fr i feel like he'd alternate between being super clingy and kinda distant which would be a little frustrating a little irritating but we could cope like if we could just get through that adjustment period it'd be fine. approximate success rate: 72%

if i was with joonie i think the most source of contention would be over decoration like y'all know me and u know them ugly little couch pillows would have to be the first thing to go LOL but after that like okay i wouldn't try to take over but i would just need a space for me that feels like my own that i belong there not just be amongst one of his hyperfixations y'know? like he just has so much art in his place we would need to edit it down so i wouldn't feel like i'm constantly living in an exhibition paint the walls get some more plants bring some life into the place but other than that i think me and joonie would get along really well like we would probably nag at each other about little habits that irritate us but i can't foresee anything being too serious approximate success rate: 84%

hobi's another one i feel like i couldn't live with immediately LOL like i would 100% irk his nerves jfslsls he'd be nagging me to put my clothes in the hamper, put them away, stop leaving stuff around, etc. bc like i'm soooo good at keeping common areas clean not a problem but my room? i'm just always in such a mad dash to get to the bed that i just be leaving stuff anywhere be rushing like my bed gon get up and run away if i'm not in it within 30 seconds of entering the room so it do be junky and also i'm a go with the flow person and imma be ready to take a nap and hobi gonna pop up with some furniture polish and a swiffer talking about it's dusting day and imma lose it like we just need some time before we take that step sklfksd but other than that our relationship would be perfect?? like he's end game for sure we would eventually move in together and live happily after approximate success rate: 87%

my precious baby seokjin lawd i love and miss him so much need him expeditiously oh god missing seokjin hours just hit bc i'm thinking about how perfect he would be for me 😭 like moving in general is a lot but moving to a whole nother country is something else entirely and i think he'd just be so kind and thoughtful about the whole thing like i feel like he'd already have me a room in his place cleared out??? and would just give me a whole lot of space to just exist like helping me unpack and decorate however i like however long it takes not crowding around me when i'm overwhelmed letting me invade his space when i'm feeling clingy cooking me meals like he just seems like he'd try his very very best to make sure i'm comfortable and having fun the entire time like i'm sorry this is just my man and we're meant to be <333 approximate success rate: 95%

jimin is so caring and so sweet and i love that about him but that might be the thing that drive me up the wall like his care might just be a little overbearing for me and like i’d be his girl he tryna make sure i’m straight but if i say i’m good i’m good even if i’m not like imma need a minute and he not gonna wanna give it to me gonna wanna talk about everything all the time but imma need time to process everything before talking about anything and he might not get that at first so there would be some tension but after we’re able to align my introversion with his extroversion everything would be great and i think he’d accept my mess and i’d accept his and then we would get tired of being messy and push each other to be better i also can see a lot of cuddling and watching youtube on tv approximate success rate: 78%

finally there’s yoongi my twin flame <333 with him we'd probably already have a discussion about living together simply bc it's more convenient and economical to do so but the relationship...... it's like we might as well have not met online LOL like it'll be soooo awkward at first like it's gon take 3-4 weeks to really warm up to each other in person like he'll cook me breakfast and then when i sit down to eat with him he just not gonna look me in the eyes and i'll just be trying my best to be quiet and out of the way trying not to be seen or heard so he won't throw me away and then literally just one day it'll click we'll be like what are we doing and why and then all of a sudden we kissing cuddling he's taking me to his studio arm wrapped around my waist like we gonna go from being acquaintances to having old married couple vibes overnight and honestly i'm here for that comfort and familiarity the only thing i can see being a problem is that ion like to initiate conflict like if u start it imma finish but i ain't throwing the first punch but he seems to be more mature than me in that aspect so as long as he helps me to keep a line of communication open i can't see a reason why we would ever break up approximate success rate: 93%

sorry for using ur question as a catalyst for my delusion

#ask #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #bts imagines #bts x reader #ask of interest #it's crazy how confident i am that i could sustain a relationship with any member much less a solid 4/7 #especially considering how unbearable my personality is #but that unwarranted confidence is all part of my charm

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caspianenjoyer · 1 year

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A dump of random jrwi garbles

Thinogn of ashe getting picked up all the time when gettugn hugged and jusr giggling like crazy as Dakota or the other two swing her around softly and just ashe petting thier heads and smiling as they melt into her hands and just them fr having movie nights watching movies and just ashe getting laid on top of bc wiwi is cold, Dakota likes the pressure of cuddling, and Vincent likes being on top to 'protect' his lovers even if its for movies. Living in a place depending on survival changes a man frfr, and just ashe petting Vincent's head as his ears are twitching to hear everything at once and just ashe telling Vincent to ease up a bit, that's there's no danger, and Vincent over time trusting her words and melting more into the cuddling

Thimking now of just during that 10 month period vyn and willam just in that broken down warehouse they call home and just willam always being so cold bc of the poor insulation for the house and just vyn sleeping with will to try and warm him up but there beign days nothing can warm up will not even a warm bath and jsut will is just so stiff and cold and on those days he doesn't eat bc he just doesn't have the energy to even think of eating so vyn just trys to distract will with letting will sit in his lap cocoon in many blankets and rock him and talk of stories he remembers in fauna and just will blushing and how close vyn is being and how gentle and caring he's being for will and jsut will at points tearing up bc this is what true love felt for him and feeling vyn wipe tears away jsut makes him melt more and just for most of the night he's always on vyn and slept getting spooned by Vin and his face is in vyns chest so will can smell his clean clothes and hear his heart beat as vyn kola hugs will waiting for will to sleep beofre he can and just ueueeueu

MARK HUGGING ASHE AS SOON AS THE TRICKSTER IS GINE AND JUST BEING LIKE "I got you son. I got you" and his voice is close to tears and just hugging his son so close, and just him falling down to his knees bring ashe with him and ashe just being like "I'm sorry." And mark just burying ashes head into his shoulder neck and just rocking them qnd just being like "you don't gotta be sorry for anything. I gotta be sorry if anything". Mark holding ashe as ashes legs give out and ashe just gettugn fully held up by his dad and mark holding his baby close and and just mark crying but he's just more quite abojt ut and and jsut them sitting on the couch after a bit and it ends to ashe falling sleep on marks lap and just mark rubbing ashes head as the TV plays smtg random and mark doing that thign when ur kid falls asleep and you carry them to bed but ashe just clings to mark and cry more in his sleep haze anytime mark tries to go away and and it leads to mark sleeping in bed with a still crying tired and sleepy ashe who's so tired from the sobs but is still awake bc he jsut wants to be held longer from his dad. Ashe next morning Def hung around his dad like following him around in /he kitchen as mark cooks. Or watching a movie with mark or even gettugn food with mark and jsut ashe at random points squeezing marks hand and mark doing it back and jsut eueueuu

Both ashe and will on their time on the month and them /lh fighting over the heating pad till ashe just lays on will and thry stop fighting

We need airheaded stupid Vincent. I need him burning the house down bc he forgor to put water in a bowl for his Mac and cheeseWe need him touching a active wire and continuing to touch it bc it "felt funny"

Thinking hard on Vincent just resting and willam shyly coming up like fiddling with his hoodie and Vincent waking up bc he heard a noise in his sleep and just sees this poor boy who looks like they haven't slept for days and he's so tired and Vincent just let's will into his bed and big spoons him. Then a few minutes later Dakota comes in a Lil shaky and doesnt even ask anf just flops into bed with the other too and curls around Vincent. Then an hour later a tired and clearly walked here ashe coming in having a tide that's behind her leading to the room and Tide giving a small smile and ashe just gets in bed with the three and and just sleeps ontop of them and oddly Vincent slept harder in his life bc he feels so protected while sleeping than when he's alone

#jrwi #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #ashe winters #william wisp #dakota cole #Vincent Sol #ghostknife #prime defenders #vyncent sol

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Jali Pt.2

Ali: [we still haven’t said anything with words of any coherency, which is unusual because can usually never shut your mouth but that’s the level of !! today folks, can take his lead and be tracing your name on him with the intensity you’ve been STARING with for the last however long]

Johnny: [we stan, this boy most of all because there’s no clearer indication of the levels of !! than this hence he’s gotta just put his all into absolutely killing them both and it not remotely be about limited time and only because of y’all’s insane emotions, but you’re welcome it isn’t going to take long with the state they are in]

Ali: [today is all about insanely intense quickies, clearly, nothing else will do]

Johnny: [it’s the mood and again we stan, btw I vote that we should add in an epic first by saying that when they are done and he’s gotta go and get ready fr he sneaks her into his actual caravan because doesn’t wanna leave her in theirs alone when they have limited time to spend together and it would be easy-ish because half the site are down the pub]

Ali: [the way we will be GIDDY about this, calm down girl, unlike you, we are a curious cat and will be looking around with all the wide-eyed wonder because lowkey thought we’d never be allowed in here, excuse us]

Johnny: [ngl gal I thought that too but it tracks for this mood and this moment that he doesn’t wanna be separated from her hence keeping her in his line of sight wherever she’s wandering about this caravan and regardless of the fact he’s meant to be getting ready and does have every intention of doing so lol, eventually I’m sure, impatiently dragging her into his bedroom with an affectionate oh you kind of face like you can’t possibly have any more you wanna be nosy at in this living room and kitchen moment even though there is definitely more she wants to see but he’s that sort of bear, going to his wardrobe to pick out something nice for once which is giving when he dressed her respectably so obvs remembering and LOOKING at her]

Ali: [allowing yourself to be dragged with a grin like okay, okay, I’m sorry because don’t wanna actually be nosy to the point of making him regret this decision, hence we were only looking, not touching, and the way we so gently perch at the end of his bed like y’all didn’t defile Ro’s together as well as your own, stroking this duvet like it’s a soft animal because remembering Halloween when he brought it over for y’all, resisting/getting distracted from burying your face in it to smell him by how adorable he looks putting his nice clothes on, getting up like do you need help, as if that’s the reason for the LOOK and not what we all know it really is, straightening his collar for him, whether it’s necessary or not, constantly checking him out blatantly]

Johnny: [letting her straighten his collar for him purely for the vibes even though he’d normally resist stuff like that, likewise going to put his hair back up and tidy cos we all know it got fucked up by that quickie but then letting her do it for the same reason, living for the domestic husband and wife energy of this, even though those efforts will be ruined instantly by the way he’s pushing her onto his bed fully and rolling her up in the duvet cos read her mind there and they haven’t had a playfight moment in too long]

Ali: [with how much we are luxuriating in running our fingers through your hair, I’d be amazed if we’d even got it back up before you pushed us onto this bed so that’s okay, snapping his hairband ‘round our wrist for the now as we attempt to free ourself from this duvet like my boo of a morning]

Johnny: [LOL there’s no way she’ll be as grumpy as me or able to free herself because he’s doing his being a weighted blanket lying on her thing rn and if he had his way forever, having the most fun pinning her to this bed and then doing his intense af double handhold too + pinging this hairband on her wrist playfully after that, gently at first but obvs getting more extra about how hard he’s pulling it and it’s therefore snapping back, and as he’s getting more extra, pulling the key and lowkey choking her as per wth his other hand]

Ali: [when the first thing you say is now CHOKED out of you in such an extra way that only feels appropriate by this point, even if it wasn’t your intention, or you who’s making the decision to sound like that right now because it’s all down to him and what he’s doing ‘shall I wait here?’ as a true question and not a veiled suggestion, because he obviously has to arrive at this party first, she does not need to be here yet]

Johnny: [how fitting, well played boo, the NOD as he THINKING about her waiting in his bed because couldn’t be more about it so his eyes have never been darker or more intense, no notes]

Ali: [not you two here THINKING about it this insanely yet silently, kissing him almost in a thank you type way, how you would on the cheek if someone got you a present but it’s on his mouth and naturally far more indecent, taking both the hands you’re still holding and putting them around your waist]

Johnny: [the lack of words exchanged are sending me honestly, god bless you both, just here having a lil makeout sesh on his bed like they have nowhere to be because she’s never been on it before and it cannot be overstated how much it’s KILLING him that she is]

Ali: [you deserve it lads, said like you’re being forced to do something horrific aka be at a party together but not together, it could be worse but you still hate it so enjoy this moment because you’re both dying about it, even if she’s trying to conceal that somewhat because we wanna stay and not ruin it]

Johnny: [I’m torn between letting y’all hook up on his bed rn because who knows when you’ll get the chance again, if ever, or being really really mean and making him leave because peeps are coming back for this party]

Ali: [hmm, let’s be mean, gives some spice to the party but not too much because you have, twice, so lmao]

Johnny: [okay then sir, you gotta leave, but obvs do your extra af wife style cheek kiss that turns into a really dramatic final kiss before you do]

Ali: [let him go, on your best behaviour here, only allowing yourself to linger within this final kiss, no pulling him back or anything]

Johnny: [mhmm, real best behaviour, I’m not even gonna let him message her once he’s left, just be THINKING of her in your bed until you see her enter this party and can shoot her the first LOOK of the night across it]

Ali: [trying not to return the LOOK instantly because best behaviour includes being sneaky and showing him how well you do it more than anything else, obviously we sneakily are though; be giving Bartley whatever birthday gift you’ve got him with a hug whether it’s just a bottle or something more depending if you found anything suitable, undoubtedly saying hi to Ronan too as they’ve both been at the pub with Johnny]

Johnny: [it’s okay gal you’re not in love with him like Carly is, nobody’s expecting you to go in with a really feelsy gift, teenage boys are usually very uninspiring tbf, what’s important here is the blatant jealousy that she gets to hug his brother openly but not him, we can’t even talk about how closely he’s watching Ronan for his every reaction during that quick af convo as well, unsubtle antics but he cannot help it remotely, catch him taking these lads off for lads lads lads drinks like shots or whatever or a smoke or something purely to get them, especially Ronan lbr, away from Alison]

Ali: [you can’t complain or blame Johnny for being obvious there, the vibe between you and Ronan is honestly that unfinished and blatant on his end so you lads go lad it up and we can find Carly and see how she is tonight]

Johnny: [at least she’ll be in a good mood because she’ll have already snuck this boy her gift and it was well received, so glad, cali deserve to just be blatant girls in love, there isn’t enough of that without angst, but we all know this boy will be watching her as unsubtly when she’s with Carly too because he hates her and thinks she’s the worst influence on planet earth, so feel his eyes on you at all times tbh Alison]

Ali: [y’all did kinda bring this on yourselves ladies by picking these boys who you cannot simply date but I’ll let you live about it, amuse yourselves by comparing your modest church girl lewks girls, here trying not to be distracted by this boy and thus not listening]

Johnny: [me here just knowing this boy is gonna get the drunkest he ever has (excluding the cheating messy convo) because they were at the pub for however long and now he has nothing else to do because Ali is the only person he actually wants to interact with at this party, soz everyone, and he cannot, and that is so dangerous, y’all are welcome we’re not blowing this all up and getting you caught tonight]

Ali: [the way we’re trying to get your attention to come see us by the fire so y’all can poke it and chit-chat without it being sussy, here like hello]

Johnny: [he absolutely shouldn’t be that close to her because he has no chill and self control ever but he absolutely will come over because he has no chill and self control ever lol, it’s a good way to highlight that he’s drunker than he usually is at these kind of functions whereby he’s usually the most sober one]

Ali: [handing him a stick or whatever because you are soberer than you usually are to match the energy of your outfit, nodding at him as a question, like you good? Whilst giving a slight check over look up and down]

Johnny: [playfully poke her with this stick before he starts prodding the fire with it in the way you would if you’d not seen her outfit before and are amused like check you out in your different vibe tonight because nobody will bat an eyelid at this (not that any of these lads are nosy enough as we’ve discussed many a time) but really so you can nod back without it being as serious and intense as we know it is, turning to the fire but LOOKING back at her in a subtle corner of his eye/side on manner]

Ali: [do a little fake prayer hands moment like yep, I’m a whole new girl ‘saved’ with a wink because this can all be bants, it’s a party, lads, however the smile with it is a more genuine response to his nod]

Johnny: [that cliche of sitting close enough that his free hand can touch hers while they are both by their sides because I can and I want to and their legs are also close enough to be, all without drawing attention or suspicion]

Ali: [it has to be done, live a little, I dare yous, not you going red because you’re touching his hand, the fire is warm so you can but you’re 😳 and we all know it]

Johnny: [he knows and he will be nudging her leg with his about it so she knows he knows because love to see it even though his poker face is firmly in place rn]

Ali: [giving him a little but more obvious shove back like oi, you; naturally SQUEEZING his arm when you shove him]

Johnny: [standing up and doing his hands up gesture he did when he entered the caravan on halloween for that throwback like I’m so soz but really he just wants to be able to stand this close and basically over her for the EYE CONTACT nobody else can see because he has his back to any of y’all who are also around this fire]

Ali: [having to really focus on maintaining somewhat of a poker face here, though we are BITING our lip, simply unavoidable when the memory has been evoked and he’s standing over you like THAT, asking him to get you a drink purely because you need a moment away from him or you think you might do something rn]

Johnny: [do go and find her the girliest drink on offer at this party, which it amuses me to imagine was probably brought by the girl Moses is kissing in those pics because not a fan of either of you lol, but not before he’s leant in SO close as if he simply needs to in order to hear said drink order over the music playing and it isn’t just because he wants his ear and the whole angled side of his face to be within almost touching distance of her mouth]

Ali: [just stealing from this gal shamelessly, love that for you, soz sis for all the reasons but not at all soz for the way we are saying ‘PLEASE’ in this boys ear right now because it’s a must, along with the innocent 😇 look after like thanks, bye]

Johnny: [mhmm, god knows what he is bringing back but we gotta for the cliche LINGERING hand touch as he passes her this drink soz random girl I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [the ‘thank you’ won’t hit as hard because we don’t get to be in your ear and extra with it but giving you a quick knowing look over this drink because manners]

Johnny: [giving her a look back which means thank me later because we all know it’s only a matter of time before they sneak off from this party for the first time]

Ali: [raising a brow in a maybe I will fashion as if there’s any question over it, before someone demands you actually socialise and thus it’s a tbc as you fake the wave back over your shoulder is casual]

Johnny: [go back to staring daggers at whoever that is sir whether it’s Carly or Ronan or someone else entirely because you’re already bored of this party and the socialising you were made to do however long you lasted at the pub, I can definitely imagine you just fleeing to go and mess with your bike or something else that needs fixing despite the fancy clothes you’re wearing rn]

Ali: [it’s a good thing you’re a serious boy so no one is clocking any of this hehe, the way we would HATE losing eyes on you even though we need no guesses to know where you’re going and to do what, will let you have it though because we love you and know you will always love tinkering a million times more than any party, when the vibe of the music has changed a bit later though, gonna message you]

Ali: Everyone’s dancing now, come dance?

Ali: I miss you

Johnny: [LOL everyone is used to him just scowling and leaving, god bless, I love you sir]

Johnny: You come to me

Ali: Now?

Johnny: I’ll let you help [whatever he’s doing, we don’t claim to know or understand]

Ali: I’m glad I dressed for the occasion 😏

Johnny: For being stood there handing us [whatever piss easy tool they joked about last time he said this]

Johnny: you’re learning

Ali: I’ll have learnt how to fully strip and reassemble your bike before you learn how to ask nicely for my help

Johnny: I don’t need your help, I’ve need of you

Ali: False pretences, shocking

Johnny: More shocking you’re not already here

Ali: I’d thought we’d last ‘til [a clearly ambitious time lmao]

Johnny: To prove what to who?

Ali: To earn my invite back, not related and automatically entered

Johnny: Birthday boy isn’t troubling himself where you go or who with, there’s too many other people about who’ve drinks with his name on

Ali: Yeah, by this point, you’re right

Ali: Just telling you why I were trying

Johnny: I’m proud of you, that’s what you want me to tell you

Ali: No, I don’t expect you to be for this

Ali: in general, of course that’s what I wanna hear

Johnny: No? Why, you’ve not disgraced yourself or shown me up

Ali: I couldn’t show you up, no one knows

Johnny: I know

Ali: What do you know?

Johnny: You could, you would’ve when I 1st met you

Ali: Maybe

Ali: but you don’t deserve that now

Johnny: Maybe I’ll dance, as you’ve earnt yourself 1

Ali: 😁

Johnny: [do come back, adorably dishevelled from your antics, I’m picturing his shirt buttoned slightly wrong/one missed cos he took it off to not get it covered in oil and has hurriedly put it back on and a smudge of something on his cheek or nose or wherever where he’s rubbed with his hands before he cleaned them, it’s an impeccable vibe to arrive over to her with wherever she’s dancing, gonna say it’s with Carly cos she knows and thus will let you steal this girl without making a big !!? of it how somebody else would]

Ali: [it’s giving the gifs of y’all bebopping we have and we love to see it, can dance with each other without DANCING with each other, like it’s nbd when everyone is just jumping about like this, of course we are shamelessly using the chaos and the crowd to sneak actual meaningful touching and moments here because who knows, no one; can fully just laugh and wipe his face for him, ‘cos that could be taking the piss and not the lingering oh you heart eyes it actually is]

Johnny: [mhmm, though we should say Ronan is looking because of course he is and it gives foreshadowing of that gif where jali are kissing and he’s watching and lurking, like if he’s keeping an eye on y’all from now on/doesn’t necessarily think much of this but sees another moment another time at another party or whatever and is like oh, just sowing seeds despite how careful y’all are being tonight cos again we love to, catch him taking something from her hair real or imagined e.g bday confetti from balloons or party poppers with the same laugh but actual lingering heart eyes and touch happening]

Ali: [agreed, like you’re not peeping on purpose yet you’re just watching Alison ‘cos duh but it’s all gonna add up for you eventually; right now we’re oblivious to any and all of it because we’re having too much fun purposefully crashing into him the way you can when you’re dancing this kinda way, obviously we’re interacting with other peeps still enough that it’s not blatant but we’re only totally accidentally pressing against you when we’re not looking where we’re throwing our booty mhmm]

Johnny: [soz not soz everyone they are having a moment and are FULLY in it, making the most of every second they can dance like this and how far they can take it without it being blatant, they need it because it’s as close to dancing together in front of anyone as they are allowed and he’s for once drunk enough that he isn’t paranoid and stressed about everything he’s doing or saying and can actually have fun with it]

Ali: [yup, everyone is dancing with everyone on the face of it but also if everyone else wasn’t busy with their own agendas of who they wanna dance with really, you would see that we’re dancing together more than we are not, actually so happy about it, don’t mind us]

Johnny: [mhmm, catch Carly trying to pull the same move with Bartley and Ronan trying it with Alison, nobody is subtle and I stan, hence it escaping everyone’s notice that he doesn’t usually dance and this is the longest he has ever, if anyone did we’re just in the party spirit for his lil bro’s bday]

Ali: [me like you’re welcome that he’s actually happy right now people, the obliviousness of these boys never fails to send me but it couldn’t be realer lmao; but obviously the way these two particular boys are both trying to dance with you right now could make this awkward and we’re slipping out after too many near misses in our more sober mind, go get yourself another drink, gal]

Johnny: [poor Alison, so in demand always, this boy is 1000% following her before Ronan can because Carly will be intercepting him with a dance cockblock even if it makes Bartley mad/think she wants to get with Ronan/makes Ronan think she wants to get with him again because that’s the sort of friend she is, letting jali have a moment wherever these drinks are, so he’ll be taking her elbow and steering her into a corner where people aren’t whether she managed to grab a drink or not, hiding behind his real annoyance about Ronan as the reason because everyone knows he’s anti it and has been public about that, if y’all see the scowl he’s giving you can believe he’s just telling her off about it without trying to ruin the party and nothing else is going on]

Ali: [again, pure luck that it looks like you’re having a go and not just following her because you wanna but we’re taking it ‘cos we can’t shoo you away, we just can’t, saying you managed to grab a drink so you can pass it to him, pressing it into his chest like it’s a peace offering]

Johnny: [taking a drink from it and passing it back purely so their lips can touch via said drink because they can’t any other way rn, standing with his arms folded over his chest where it just was, again, looking like he’s cross and having a go cos nobody can tell over the music but he’s actually holding himself together and reining himself in so that he doesn’t touch her rn in a way they can’t style out and what he actually says is ‘now come on, with me’ like I’ll storm off in one direction and you in another but really we’ll find each other at the caravan or wherever]

Ali: [nodding, giving you’re listening to him but not engaging with this conversation to anyone watching if they were but also it’s all we are capable of now realising people could be, letting him go first, obviously, so you give it a minute without giving it long enough that anyone else can come follow you]

Johnny: [me deciding right this minute that they should be allowed the hookup in his caravan in his bed that they were denied earlier (because he’s drunk and extra enough to allow this) so waiting for her there and grabbing her literally while she’s walking past to go to theirs and pulling her in, kissing her the second his door is closed, against it with so much !! like it’s the first time or been years instead of hours since they did]

Ali: [as per trying not to scream as you are grabbed but where you’re being pulled into makes you MOAN, thankfully into this kiss so it’s not as deafening as it could be in the comparative silence of this caravan, ending up clutching at his shirt because intentions of fixing his buttons via taking it off right now but you’re too distracted by this kiss]

Johnny: [he is always lowkey kidnapping her lol, I’d scream if I could, shamelessly this boy is doing a non-stop makeout sesh until he can THROW her onto his bed with even more !! though so it won’t matter how much noise she makes or what kind because swallowing them all here with how dramatic we’re being, only stopping when she lands on said bed so he can STARE at her there and really take a moment to relive when she was waiting there before and all he could do was THINK about it]

Ali: [when we’re both here THINKING about it, maintaining the eye contact whilst you wrap this duvet around yourself how it was when you were just here waiting, like you’re recreating it exactly for him]

Johnny: [he’ll be here maintaining the intense af eye contact and giving her hair BIG strokes so it fans out all over his pillow while she’s wrapping herself up]

Ali: [biting your lip yet again to stifle another big NOISE, reaching both your hands out to hold the sides of his face, stroking him in a similar loving fashion because ‘I missed you so much’]

Johnny: [running his thumb over her bottom lip like no thank you don’t stifle any noise ever which true there is a loud party going on but we all know he’d be like that even if there wasn’t, holding her face exactly the same way she was/still is his ‘how much?’ because needs to know despite it being blatant and mutual, very obviously meaning tell me what you were thinking about/doing while you were waiting before]

Ali: [when your eyes widening is a LOUD reaction because so giant, so blue, excuse us ‘I didn’t move’ shaking your head in his hands/covering him with your hair he’d just nicely laid out there, because don’t want you to think we were actually having a snoop/behaving is the theme of the evening so of course we stayed put, wrapping our legs around him how you might’ve the duvet though with !! because not saying it wasn’t tough, like]

Johnny: [a genuine smile at her genuine good behaviour because it is the theme of the night and he loves to see it, looking at her like a proud father as he does his own nod, deciding in this moment that she’s therefore earned another dance the way they could not when everyone is around using the music y’all can still hear from this party, however faintly, so pulling her up with him as her legs are still wrapped around him at this point ‘they’re all dancing still’ as explanation ‘I’ll let you move again now’ love that we’re here like children jumping on a bed because hasn’t yet moved off it to the floor and that the duvet is giving wedding veil on her outfit because she’s wrapped in it]

Ali: [such a pure and joyous moment for you two, don’t mind me feeling emotional about it, pushing him lower by using his shoulders to push ourselves higher when we jump, ‘cos we don’t want you to hit your head on the ceiling and also we’re trying to be taller than you here, are inevitably going to slip on our duvet train and veil because we’re clumsy and it is slippery underfoot, just laughing the most]

Johnny: [don’t worry gal he will catch you and turn it into a hot move like he’s dipping and twirling her and therefore this dancing into an adorable slow dance regardless of what music is playing rn and how much it doesn’t go, full intentions of it being the ballroom style vibes of your first one but it isn’t gonna be cos it’s instead a v romantic and suggestive slow dance because gotta be that close and have your bodies pressed that tightly together rn obvs]

Ali: [so sorry that no one reaches these romantic heights with you again bestie, peaking so soon, here pressing your whole face into his neck because you can’t deal and maybe if you focus on breathing him in your heart will stop trying to thud out your chest]

Johnny: [which is why I’m so buzzing he’s coming back and y’all get a second chance to be a couple even if it does take years and the circumstances are less than ideal, we still love to see it, here and now just savour this dance you couldn’t have earlier, always behaving as if they’ve got all the time in the world when actually they’ve sneaked away from a party where she at least will be missed]

Ali: [mhmm, it’s a nice ‘ending’ not that that’s where the story is ending but you know, it’s happy for both of you ultimately; pressing our lips against your pulse point, humming whatever song is playing, however right you’re getting it because you aren’t listening properly, it’s all so background in comparison to this moment]

Johnny: [I really like that the only other person who gets this kind of later in life circle back is your brother with Meena, that’s so accidentally meaningful of us, I could write an essay, but ANYWAY, focusing on the here and now, this boy is making such a quiet but !! noise about it, like it hasn’t quite clicked how alone they are and how loud he could be if he wanted rn]

Ali: [my boo says in this essay I will- lmao, wuv you miss; doing a little giggle about it because it’s cute and so is he, giving him an equally as little kiss in the same spot ‘I like dancing with you, however we have to do it’ because also appreciated the moment that couldn’t be a full moment by the fire just now and we want you to know that]

Johnny: [I can’t even express how THRILLED I am that Tomeena and Jali are having kids at the same time, love that for you all, literally me needing to make him pull her hair and into a kiss because the way I nearly wrote ILY then and sir you aren’t drunk enough for that so kiss her and hush]

Ali: [it’s nice, considering Ali starts really young and the drama all that is, for sure; I was going to say it too, I’m allowed but lmao, we’re all on the same page here, push him down onto this bed again, miss, so you can make out properly]

Johnny: [y’all are due a really !! makeout sesh because it has been a minute, he will be taking his shirt off without pausing said makeout so that her name is exposed because gotta have the reminder it’s there now that they are alone and that’s sinking in]

Ali: [touching his chest with one hand, rubbing the material of his shirt between your finger and thumb with the other, as if you’re wondering at how such a thin layer stops everyone seeing this, ‘cos you are, even if none of this thought process is being verbalised or shown beyond that and the way we’re kissing you so possessively like we’re not alone and you got something to prove here]

Johnny: [catch this boy pulling her underwear down to expose the initials on her booty cheek and giving special and extra attention to his last because he’s thinking about how much he wants to marry her and that is how he’s showing that along with matching the energy with how he’s kissing her back]

Ali: [doing a more insistent and loud kinda noise into this kiss and his mouth about this because any reminder that mark is still there is so wanted because beyond staring at our own booty in pics or a mirror, that one is not as accessible to us, plus it just feels good obvs, swinging the key to the front of this chain to play with it right now]

Johnny: [seeing her do that with the key and fighting a literal war with himself internally over whether he should give her a key to this caravan too or not because obviously he should not but he really wants to in this moment, kissing her with all the !! conflict inside of him e.g like he holds her personally responsible for causing it, which is giving the energy of their first kiss ever]

Ali: [when you were having your own, far more casual in comparison but still very real, internal debate, over what I must now absolutely have you do in response to this extra energy, which is yank this key off your neck so you can carve your own initials into him right now but of course they aren’t your initials but AOS, by the logic of how y’all were making out right there, going to say this is landing in the hip/stomach area, ‘cos no forethought is being put into it we’re just coming at you]

Johnny: [when you’re about it enough just thinking it’s her actual initials when she’s doing the A but LORD when he realises it isn’t and can’t be a M she’s doing next, the UNHOLY reaction cannot be overstated, verbally in how loudly he’s MOANING and it’s the most dramatic string of swearwords he’s ever spoken, like on par with calling Moses the c word in the group chat, and physically with how !! he’s moving about this, it’ll be a miracle if the thrust of his hips doesn’t knock the key from her hand mid letter]

Ali: [that S is going to be shaky as all hell because your reaction paired with how it’s going to have us is making it damn near impossible to finish but we must, even as we’re burying our head into your chest with the !! of it killing us so we’re not even looking ourself at this point, simply too much and we love it]

Johnny: [this boy dying so hard about every second of this that he has to pull her head to look at her handiwork as soon as it’s done because need the wide eyed reaction + whatever else she’ll do in response even if it ends his life, the way his breathing has never been this insane before, it’s wilder than the time he came home from work on his lunch break and they were being feral because overwhelmed isn’t the word truly]

Ali: [pacing between looking at what you just did and making EYE CONTACT with him, whilst you don’t breathe at all like you’re taking it in turns and it’s all his right now, speedily and erratically doing a love heart around this as the !! punctuation that is fitting for how you’re both DYING]

Johnny: [SO overwhelmed and unable to cope that he unthinkingly bites her arse cheek so that his initials there are inside of it, when you probably thought he was gonna hit you there again instead when he manoeuvres this gal to do that but then there’s that happening purely fuelled by how !! they both are]

Ali: [oh the GASP that was just going to be an intake of breath you desperately needed but was more a scream in reverse somehow, sounding absolutely insane which matches how you feel, the choked sob because that would hurt but also that only feels appropriate and thus you are INTO it, not staying remotely still laid across his lap like this]

Johnny: [when you’re equally as surprised you did that but as into it, hence there’s 0 hesitation in how he’s then immediately eating her out from this angle like he knows damn well how turned on she was by that but the only possible way he can check is by sticking his tongue deep inside of her, just feral behaviour]

Ali: [so glad there’s a party going on out there because even if our face is somewhat in these sheets and pillows with the angle, we are NOT being subtle or quiet about how what is being done to us and by who, dropping his name like it’s going out of style right now because all we can think about, soz]

Johnny: [saved by the party backdrop yet again because he is likewise giving absolutely no fucks about where they are or how loud they are being, all this boy cares about is doing the absolute most and that includes with how his hands are all over his initials and the bite mark he just did while his tongue is fucking her as hard as it possibly can]

Ali: [y’all are welcome that it’s often the atmosphere right now because lord knows you need it, the visual of how your dress must be bunched up all around you also is sending me in the best way, keeping that bridal fantasy alive here]

Johnny: [I love that he hasn’t had a single thought to remove it and nor will he once he inevitably can’t take any more after what would feel like forever of him just killing her over and over like this and initiates a hookup with her on this bed on all fours so he can still keep the same energy and extraness with these initials with how he’s touching and staring at them]

Ali: [we all know why and we respect it, the dress is not coming off honeys, not tonight, the way you’re going to be able to feel your handiwork when you’re clapping back on him is going to make you lose it so much in such a blatant way, only making you do more in response]

Johnny: [god bless, I love how blatant we’re being about this wedding fantasy, similarly how blatant this boy is being about how much he likes everything she’s doing and how her new handiwork hurts in the best way, gotta once again dramatically pull her hair and her head back about this so her back is the most arched it can be, everyone’s living their best lives, not me just this minute deciding that he should drop his first ever ILY during this hookup to parallel when she did and he had his freakout, oh how far we’ve come, but we’ll let y’all get to the point of almost being done before he blurts that out so it’s really similar, not yet lads, but it’s gonna happen xoxo]

Ali: [y’all are on the same page about all of this, hence whilst we’re in this insane position we’re doing the most to try and make eye contact with you because the only thing wrong with this position is that we can’t because must be STARING at you at all times obviously, really gotta work for that ILY that you have no idea about yet but I do lol]

Johnny: [they absolutely are and he will be contorting himself forward while she is herself back to try and make that eye contact happen because it’s a flaw and he’s a boy that probably only has a mirror in his bathroom so y’all can’t even use that move rn soz, saying ‘I feel like I’m in your stomach and could put a baby right in from here’ while y’all are still in this position though cos it’s a new and wild one for you clearly, not how anatomy works but I respect what you’re trying to say and the fantasy being continued + how his voice sounds when he does say this]

Ali: [good thing y’all are young and this isn’t going to do you an injury because we’re getting like a gymnast up in here because it’s only pushing him further inside you so that in itself would be enough incentive, without the added bonus of catching his eye when you do and losing it more, can’t even get started on your pregnancy fantasy because that’s much easier achieved and y’all both know it and are doing NOTHING to not let it happen ‘you have to’ said like it’s your job but also said like we NEED you to rn immediately]

Johnny: [it’s a miracle she isn’t preggo already the way y’all are carrying on but you can be tamed we know that, you’re clearly both so into it and end up having lots of kids in the near future for a reason, LOSING it over the fleeting eye contact y’all manage to get hence his ‘it has to be me’ sounds even more indecent for that reason as well as it always being his echoed line from day 1, doing the MOST ofc to make that happen rn immediately as if she doesn’t have a party to get back to]

Ali: [using the secret lingo word for daddy because how else can you heartily agree, along with your big nods for emphasis, your own hands going under this massive dress to grope at his name on your chest hard, trying to keep yourself from losing it because you do have a party to get back to but you don’t want to be anywhere but right here now, also, in this vein, collapsing forward from your arched af position, thus putting some space between y’all like you’re gonna slow down when you can already tell you don’t want to because the 🥺 noise you make about losing him inside you for this moment, like you didn’t do it]

Johnny: [the boy immediately pulling her via this floaty af dress (don’t rip it please because he’s giving no fucks about the fact he could and might in this moment) to pull her into a new position whereby they can make all the EYE CONTACT they want but are still fucking as deeply as possible and don’t have to lose this pregnancy fantasy because ofc he is, STARING at her so dramatically, making such a similar but more boy coded noise as they are back at it again at krispy kreme because y’all are both clearly so close now, how could you not be]

Ali: [at least that’s a very real possibility with where you are and the fucks you don’t give, as long as you’re not flashing everyone at the party after lol, not that we care when we’ve got to act like he cannot be close enough for our liking, back to holding his head but the way we’re pulling it to ours, forehead to forehead is again painful by this point, only looking away to look down at how hard he’s thrusting inside of you right now because you gotta ‘you’re-’ no words no notes, just dying]

Johnny: [my boo says such destruction cannot be tied specifically to him and she’s so right for that, in which case, go ahead and rip it a little bit sir, likewise if she’s wearing any earrings rn she’s deffo losing at least one in this bed for him to find later with how hard he’s likewise grabbing both sides of her face, and there will be her hair all over these sheets for the same reason, torn between kissing her and his current need to say extra af things so saying all his secret lingo words for wife and mother etc into her mouth, the ILY is coming, we all know it is]

Ali: [we’re always into a little bit of destruction, lbr, it’s only furthering this and how violently y’all are going at it but with ALL the love too, the way we are SUCKING your tongue into our open mouth, hot from how the only way you can breathe is by panting out with every thrust into you, not caring if we crash our teeth together or bite you or ourself or you bite us whilst you’re attempting to still talk, however hard we’re making it because we need to inhale your words and let them live inside of us, moving your hands from the side of his face, with no warning and GRIPPING his hips in the same fashion but of course that’s where your initials are so you are DIGGING your nails in that side]

Johnny: [what a mood what a moment, yet again so thankful for this party because how LOUD he MOANS her name when she digs her nails into those initials the entire site would know what’s up, here not at all casually moving like he’s convulsing about it, I can 100% imagine her ending up with a full black eye from an involuntary headbutt or whatever, soz Thomas, you will be worried again]

Ali: [soz to you boy and anyone else who thinks she’s in some kind of domestic violence situation, at least she would tell you the truth, even if that’s not exactly what you want to hear as her brother lmao; we can’t help that we LOVE everything about this boy and this situation right now, throwing his name back with the same energy like it’s the answer to the question her name was, here trying to hold this boy in place like that isn’t what’s killing him and you know it]

Johnny: [DYING about it obvs hence I gotta have him throw his ILY out even if you wanna pretend later it’s because you were dying/drunk/sorry you gave her a black eye/all of the above, we all know he means it and not just in this moment]

Ali: [we all know this is making you cum instantly girl, and how, at least you can’t talk about it because you are gonna be DEAD, RIP]

Johnny: [mhmm, both of you just here DEAD, trying to even slightly recover somehow as per, this boy STARING at the initials she did because he couldn’t look at them properly before when he was too busy fucking her senseless, touching them for the first time himself because it doesn’t feel real that any of that happened]

Ali: [we’ll be here lying on the cold hard ground, okay actually this bed, which we also still can’t believe, like none of this can be real but it is, patting our eye gently and wincing because ow that’s gonna hurt but it’s something to tether us to the now and attempts at getting back up which feel impossible]

Johnny: [only really realising about her eye when you see her wince because that’s how out of it and !! he was in the moment and it didn’t even register, pulling her to him and cradling her head as gently now as they were being rough and feral about it before, looking at it seriously because it’s probably already swelling a bit, so then obviously, going to get something for her to put on it whether that’s the frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel cliche or whatever it is, and so gently pressing said random frozen item a teenage boy fending for himself would have, to her eye, I like to imagine it’s something fun like ice cream/lollies because he is so serious and nobody would expect it and a shoutout to his little nieces and nephews for sure]

Ali: [just smiling up at him because of course you are not bothered, however much it hurts and is going to look gnarly, how could that possibly be a priority now, eyeing up whatever sweet treat is going on our eye in a sec ‘I get one if I’m good, yeah?’]

Johnny: [a smile back as he takes one of these sweet treats and hands it to her, the implication being she has already been very good because true, immediately and even more gently then putting the cold box or whatever back on her eye]

Ali: [just here having this lolly so casually, snuggling against him and offering him licks because he’s gonna be so dehydrated by this point with how much alcohol he’s had and the sesh y’all just did]

Johnny: [share that lolly lads, how cute and wholesome of you, literally here holding this cold thing to her eye until the others start to melt and he has to run and put it back, once again, no fucks given to the party going on or how long y’all have been away from it]

Ali: [whilst he’s doing his freezer run, let yourself into his bathroom to have a look in the mirror, because in fairness you need to assess if this is can go back to the party okay or if you need to stay away, shrugging as you come back out ‘plenty I coulda run into in the dark that weren’t your head’ like we’ll be alright]

Johnny: [his own shrug with such an affectionate face because it’s known how clumsy she is so yeah that tracks, holding his arms out for her to walk into like he’s gotta guide her back safely as he walks over to her, literally putting her feet on his and stepping for them both like she’s a tiny bub and cannot be trusted]

Ali: [just having the best time doing this, shamelessly and unapologetically, giving him such big heart eyes because you don’t have to look where you’re going remotely ‘where are we going?’]

Johnny: [same, he’ll be loling and smiling the entire time that they are going for a wander through this caravan ‘I want to show you what I’ve been busy with when you’re not about to distract us’ cos we know this boy he’s always making something, so lead her over to wherever you’ve been doing that which is probably your overcrowded kitchen table and find whatever it is, feelsy ideas are welcome, because it should defs be related to the new life they’re saving up to run away and start/the baby/wedding they wanna have, but whatever it is it’s unfinished cos clearly a big project unlike when he made her a tiny friend so it’s a piece of said thing that she’d be able to guess because she knows things]

Ali: [tickling his neck like me, distracting? How dare you lol, finally hopping off his feets but keeping hold of his hand like you’ve got to stay close, I’m trying to think what this could be and I’m not sure so we’ll placehold it for now but obviously it’s feelsy as hell and pairing that with the ILY we haven’t even touched on because we don’t want it being taken back, yeah, we’re having emotions about it, your turn to throw yourself into a makeout to not say anything extra]

Johnny: [it matters less what it is and more that it signifies he genuinely is once again planning for their future and it’s a big project to tide him over until they leave/with the vibe of when it’s done we’re going to go, so she has an even realer timescale on when that might be based on the progress of this, I’m having emotions too gal truly cos clearly y’all aren’t leaving as soon as you think you are and it isn’t gonna go to plan when you eventually do, right now y’all know none of that though and he’s sitting her on this table amongst all his clutter to make the makeout even more extra]

Ali: [mhmm, exactly girl, exactly, you both know exactly what this is saying and what it means and that’s why you’re here making out like you’ve got time to do it all again ad infinitum because you just have to, they way we’re trying to say ILY but it’s just sounds approximate of the words and not quite the actual words because you’re so overwhelmed here and of course, never stopping to try and verbalise anything]

Johnny: [the vibes are once again immaculate and we love it for you both, this boy here behaving like y’all have the time or are remotely recovered enough for him to fuck her on this table because so in love rn, god knows the mess and noise you’re creating with what is falling off said table atm]

Ali: [us protecting whatever the project is though like must not break it, moving it out of y’alls way with such care and gentleness, like you aren’t still kissing him so hungrily because feelings have never been higher]

Johnny: [holding onto it/a piece of it that he helps her move throughout this makeout sesh even if it does turn into a full hookup like she did the key when it nearly fused to her palm cos gotta have that parallel excuse me]

Ali: [my boo says I know what I want, thank you, even if we have to stop you at a makeout, still a vibe, as is the way we’re still holding your other hand about it]

Johnny: [this boy eventually sitting down at one of the chairs at this table like okay then leave me to finish my project because he knows unlike him she wants to go back to this party and shooing her off like she’s distracting him from what he wants to be doing is the only way to verbalise that it’s okay/he knows she can’t just stay here all night without peeps wondering where the hell she’s gone]

Ali: [still pouting like but- because we don’t want to leave you, sitting on his lap side-saddle for lack of a better term like hey, putting our arms around his neck to give him a goodbye kiss about it]

Johnny: [putting everything into this goodbye kiss obvs, then turning it into an extra af cheek kiss how he do and then moving up to kiss her injured eye better, less extra about it and very gentle actually]

Ali: [just staying here and having a soft little snuggle for a moment, as you psych yourself up to go back to the party ‘will you come back at all?’]

Johnny: [‘maybe’ because it’s the only acceptable answer as the answer they always give each other and truly he isn’t ruling it out if he misses her that much he needs to see her so it’s an honest one too]

Ali: [smiling at the maybe because it is your answer and thus the best response, getting up like okay, okay, I’ll go, sorting out your dress and seeing it’s ripped like don’t get distracted but ultimately getting a little distracted lol ‘check me over’ like come on, am I acceptable to leave or not]

Johnny: [doing the most LINGERING look up and down of her that he has ever done because she has given him full permission to and we really wanna savour this moment while she’s still here in front of us, giving her hair SUCH a big stroke like he’s fixing it but really he just wants to, literally getting up so he can walk round her and STARE from every angle, picking up her dress and doing an intake of breath at the ripped part of it which is supposed to be like a tut but is much more like a GASP obvs because remembering how and when that happened]

Ali: [here blushing so hard like you had no way of forseeing this and preparing for how it’d make you feel, following his hand with your head as if it’s tied to it via your hair ‘I can probably pin it’ so quietly because we’re all thinking about it and are not okay]

Johnny: [twirling her like he did when they were dancing, a proper ballroom style move because if he looks at her any harder he won’t let her leave, shaking his head like no don’t leave it but barely so it matches how quietly she said it because likewise THINKING hard about it still and we love the destruction sis]

Ali: [making a happy lil noise and trying to pretend it’s just that and the !! isn’t also there and blatant, nodding back, holding the rip against our body, like we’re seeing what’s exposed and if it’s acceptable, LOOKING at him as a ?]

Johnny: [stealing one of her big nods from her because it’s beyond acceptable to him that she’s going to have that reminder and nobody else is gonna know what happened, putting the key back on her because she yanked it off earlier to be feral with it and not only does she need it back around her neck before she can leave but also he needs to pull it more gently for a sec and hold it to verbalise how much he loves this and the dress being their secret]

Ali: [would not could not leave without this chain, tis so important, as is the way we’re just resting our forehead against yours as all this is silently communicated between y’all before we’re finally making to head out this door and back out to this party]

Johnny: [this boy watching her go like she’s leaving to go to war instead of rejoin the festivities it’s so dramatic, no notes]

Ali: [the drama of you likewise just standing outside this van for ages before you really go back, oh lads, never change]

Johnny: [shall we leave this here as it’s a good stopping point and if we want when we come back to y’all it gives us the option to go from when she rejoins the party and do more chat and stuff if we want or to not and go from a new dawn and a new day?]

Ali: [I’m with you girly pops, will post this now, go us]

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twinstarlovers · 1 year

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But bruh I’m starting to get better but my wisdom teeth are hurting so ima take them out when I get home. Ima die swear. I can’t wait to get back home & see midnight. I CANT WAIT TO EAT FOOD AGAIN. I can’t wait to go to Starbucks 😭. I’m in need of my grilled cheese & vanilla bean frappe. I’m in need of noodles & company. I’m in need of pizza. I’m in need of ice cream. The dairy is so natural here that I actually hate it 💀. I like the fake shit in America idc. I CANT WAITTTTTTTT. Ima get back home around 4am. Ima take a shower when I get home & then go to Starbucks around 6-7 🙏🏻. I have not been eating good… or at all here. I’ve been eating a lot of Gorecki soup 🧸🥣💕. I’ve been eating fries too. That’s pretty much it 💀 like I’ve been sleeping A LOT so I haven’t ate much cus of that too. Im the pickiest eater in the GAME. It’s actually not okay but idc.

Life would be great if I didn’t have ocd & wasn’t a germaphobe bruh. I feel like that’s what stops me from living tbh. Like going to the beach is difficult because of my ocd. My Taurus moon doesn’t help. Me being an empath makes it 1000x worse too. I literally hate me. I wish I was constantly on shrooms cus my ocd goes away. I could literally live a stress free life. I swear life without ocd seems like a dream come true. Imagine I can lay in bed w midnight & just sleep w her in peace. I love her so much & it hurts not being able to be close to her physically cus of my ocd. Imagine being able to go to the beach & not worry about the sand. I think I’d even live on the beach if I didn’t have ocd. I know my higher self loves the beach. I was on the beach today but I was just walking. Back then it was worse. I couldn’t step foot on the sand cus I would cry from frustration & being so overwhelmed w having sand everywhere. I remember we were at the beach years ago & my sis was about to faint & they put her in the car & she had sand all over her & I was worrying more about the sand in the car than her about to pass out. That’s what sucks about ocd. I care about the wrong things but I mean #trauma . That’s what happens when you have no control over your own life. I wonder how you will trigger & help me heal my ocd. My ocd seems like impossible to get over like I can’t explain how strong it is. It’s gonna be so painful when I gotta face it. I feel like you can help me tho. In a non codependent way or idk, I feel like you would get me to do things that I wouldn’t usually do like… if you wanna go to the beach, ima wanna go cus you are going & I wanna be w you like… it’s almost like you give things purpose. I mean it makes sense. I think it’s the intensity of the connection obviously. Your Aquarius rising is gonna help my cancer rising sooo much. You will be able to get me out my comfort zone or like push me to do things. Ugh I’m so happy you’re a cancer moon. The universe KNEWWWWWWWWWWWW. Taurus moon & cancer rising me hates to move I swear. These people out here be wanting to do so much shit & explore while I just wanna sit still. There’s a lot of fire that’s why lol. A vacation for me is to sit still. I hate walking. I hate exploring. I would want to but I just don’t wanna move lol. I think that’s what everyone hates about me like my family & my friends. It’s how I really never want to move. I mean old friend had an aqua moon which isn’t compatible w my Taurus moon so that makes sense but people be on my ass likeeee stfu. I wish things could just be put right in front of me instead of me moving like.. let’s say I wanna go France. I don’t wanna do the whole airport thing & pack like I just want to teleport there. I wish I could teleport everywhere. Taurus moon me is so fucking lazy swear to god 😭😭😭. We gonna have a good peaceful life together 😌. HOME BODIES. A balance ofc but…. home bodies. Our house finna be cute af. We should get a tree house fr fr. We still needa go get our baby shit tho likeee a mini kitchen, a mini store :

We gotta hide our kid stuff in a secret room 🤫🔐

Ain’t nobody gotta know we still babies ☝🏼🤐👧🏻💕👦🏻. We gotta get a lil play-pin!!! Never forgot! ☝🏼

I said a lot 🙄 okay bye 👋🏼🥹💖

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jinhyun · 1 year

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Hey Mon. How you doin? Hope you're well. Heads up, this might be long lol. Bare with me please.

Okay so firstly, I haven't been on here since chapter 38 so I had A LOT to catch up with. AND I WAS SO FULFILLED OH MY GOSH. The written chapter, the chapter after that and this most recent one was top tier. Got me giggling and kicking my feet and sitting down and contemplating things and just left me feeling happy. Now I gotta wait though ughhh 😭 it was fun while it lasted...being able to sit through three whole chapters back to back.

Also to be honest, this is literally just a me problem but yea I can't bring myself to read smut or any of that kind of stuff😭like no matter who it is, I just cannot. Heck, I even get a bit eugh and hesitant when it's a kiss that leads to a bit more 😭 And it's not because of my age or something because I am 20, which is a reasonable age for these things. But yeah I just can't So I unfortunately didn't read your written chapter fully💔I'm sorry. But I thoroughly enjoyed THE TENSION WOOOHOOOOOOOO. THE TENSION in the kitchen, during the game, oh my gosh. I felt like I was there...watching all of that go down. And 'baby (non-platonic)' UGHHHHHHHHH. Winning in life fr. And the teasing is back. I wish them the best from now onwards. Please. I am begging you, both of you, Hyunjin and y/n, dont fuck this up. Because at that point I can't root for you😭

omg hellooo!! don't worry, it's okay! i used not to read smut and much less write it either but there are times when i do it for the sake of the plot and the level of intimacy i want to portray, so there's really no need to apologise. i used to even bold the first and last sentence of the smut part in my bts blog so you guys could skip it easier but i forgot this time around since it's been so long since i last wrote smut so 🥲 sorry about that 🥲

i'm glad you enjoyed the tension tho!! and the baby (non-platonic) too jsñajsñ jinnie wanted to make sure everyone knew he meant it like that :')

hopefully neither of them will fuck up anymore, please they deserve to be happy together for once and for all 😭😭😭

#ask #au: watercolor

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shingia · 2 years

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dating jean kirstein

— sfw headcanons

— important a/n at the end!

i’m terrified haha :) i’ve never ever written for aot before but jean is on my mind TWENTY FOUR/SEVEN so i thought i should just go for it even if it’s just a one time thing yk?

• okay first of all: this man’s main goal is to impress you. anywhere, anytime.

• he will spend his entire day in the kitchen without talking to anyone (except maybe you) just to cook you a homemade dinner

• but obviously, since he’s always pushing himself further, it means you often need to remind him that he’s already more than enough for you

• and how could he not be when he is constantly thinking about you??

• at the beginning of your relationship, he bought you a gift every single time you guys saw each other. but as you started going out more and more, his bank account couldn’t keep up and he had to slow down a bit

• but, one day, you were over at his house and he forgot to put away some drawings he had made. he was incredibly embarrassed because most of them were drawings of you, but you looked so happy looking at them that he decided these could be even better than his previous gifts

• and now you often find small doodles (sometimes more elaborate drawings) hidden between the pages of your books, or in one of your pockets

• for some obscure reason, he’s super good at giving massages, so you can expect to receive some before and after your naps. it’s the only times he won’t try to turn it into a makeout session (unless you initiate it of course)

• he trusts you 100% so yes, he will let you cut his hair. but also- yes, he will be a total drama queen and immediately freak out if you mess up just a tiny bit

• let’s be real here, jean and you bicker all the time. but it never lasts long because, as he once told you during a post-argument hug:

• “i love you too much to stay mad and it’s not fucking fair”

• but it’s perfectly fair, because it’s perfectly reciprocated

• did i mention that he’s is a living furnace?

• he secretly loves that about himself because it gives him an excuse to sleep in his underwear smh

• “wow uh- babe you’re staring so much it’s getting embarrassing” he’d scoff while looking perfectly comfortable with the situation, laying down on his side to make it even harder not to stare

• “oh- how rude of me, i’m so sorry! ..…well. good night then!” you’d respond, turning your back on him

• but i promise you that less than a minute later, you’d feel his arm drape around you and pull you closer until your back is pressed against his chest

• “you gotta stop acting like you don’t understand my sarcasm” he’d sigh, with a painfully obvious smile in his voice

• mornings with jean are usually pretty lazy. sometimes he’ll go for a run but he always comes back to bed where you both lie awake for at least 30mn, talking about anything and everything, your future, sometimes often sharing gossips, but always cuddling one way or another

• because yes, jean would love to be one of these men who are pretty casual about pda. but he’s not. he needs to be in contact with you as much as he can

• but although he loves to feel your hand in his, or to hold you by the waist when you walk, there's nothing he likes more than kissing you (you told him once that he was a good kisser and he hasn't shut up since)

• if he senses that you’re feeling stressed, he’ll gently kiss your temple to reassure you. if you’re feeling sad, a few kisses all over your face should do the trick. if you’re tensed and need to relax, a lingering kiss on your neck

• your friends are used to your pda now, but they will never stop making fun of him for that (jean, on the other hand, will probably never get used to their teasing. connie has stopped counting how many times he was told to shut up)

• jean is a very ambitious man, so naturally, he has big plans for your future together. and one of his craziest was to decide that the only way you two could move in your dream house was to build it himself

• so, after asking your friends if you could move in with them for a little while, you sold your flat and bought from an old man a house that was practically falling into ruins

• it was a colossal workload, so every day after work, you both headed to the house and did as much as you could until one of you began to fall asleep

• and every weekend for about a year, your friends came over to give a hand (sasha worked extra hard in the kitchen area obviously)

• you moved in after about a year and a half, in the middle of spring. and as if that day wasn't emotional enough for you, jean thought it would be nice to propose to you that exact same day

• you were on your patio, laying on the pallet couch that armin and connie had built together, your head resting on his knees. the sky was turning orange and it was one of these moments where you were grateful for jean's natural warmth

• both of you were laughing at the memory of the fear in armin’s eyes everytime connie was about to hit a nail with the hammer - when jean’s hand gently brushed your cheeks, and he let out an almost inaudible: “let’s get married”

• you agreed so quickly that he didn’t even have time to curse himself for not proposing in a more romantic way, like he had initially planned

• but as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with nothing but love and tears, fingers intertwined with his, and your skin painted with the shadows of your very own house, he thought that this was the kind of simple romance he had always longed for after all

— a/n : QUICK EXPLANATION: a few days/weeks ago i created a second tumblr account (@gi0iawrites) because “why not have an aot blog and a haikyuu account :D”. bUT i changed my mind and decided to post everything here. which means that yes, this post has already been posted elsewhere but it was on my other blog! just wanted to make things clear!

— a/n #2: i could’ve written 12 pages about this istg 😮‍💨 i wanted to add how i think jean would be a terrible driver but i’m saving it for another time :)

#u can rb if you liked!#god why am i so stressed 💀#anyways let’s go for the tags #aot x trader #snk x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein headcanons #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #jean kirstein fluff #aot fluff #snk fluff

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tetralea · 3 years

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Dirty words

Pairing: dom!Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 1.9K+

Warning: dom-sub dynamics, dirty talking, cum in panties, cum play, oral male recieving, pussy job, face fucking (not too hardcore), pet names like cock slut, orgasm denial

Summary: Tom is in a zoom call, and you tiptoe around him, never showing up or making any noises. Except when you get to the kitchen wanting to cook something you drop your ingredients and swear loudly.

A/N: So, I dropped stuff in the kitchen swearing loudly while my love was in a call, and I’m always horny, so there we go.

It was almost lunch time, and you were waiting for your boyfriend to finish his video call before starting to eat. If you were honest, you were hoping it would be one of those lunch breaks, when he had a bit more time between the lectures and he would pay more attention to you. And what you needed.

Tiptoeing around the room, always behind his desk, was an everyday thing and the both of you got used to it by now. Walking out to the kitchen a few minutes before the end of his call seemed like a nice idea, to prep the food for yourselves.

Everything was almost ready when you grabbed the container for your pasta, the thin foil tearing in your hand, and the heavy package fell back to the counter. You tried to catch it, seeing everything that was happening in slow motion, but the pasta spilled on the ground, nonetheless. The noise was followed by long cursing from your side and an upset huff.

It just hit you a second later that Tom was in the call, but it was already too late. He called out for you, muting himself in the process. Hoping he was just wondering if everything was alright, you poked your head in the room, seeing him sitting at his desk staring at you with raised brows, an unamused look on his face.

‘Sorry.’ You mouthed with an anxious expression, fidgeting with your hands nervously.

‘Pants off, darling.’ Tom bit his lips with a challenging smirk, trying to fight back a huge smile, his eyes giving your body a lustful once over.

He saw all of your hopes that you will get away with it disappearing as you stepped in the room, letting him watch you as you dropped your shorts to the ground.

‘Good girl.’ The small purr and the proud smile on his lips gave you some hope for the later part of the day. When he returned his attention to the screen you walked out, back to the kitchen starting to gater the dry pasta from the ground.

It didn’t take long, and you heard Tom saying goodbye to whoever he had a call with and standing up from his chair. At the same time, you were very aware of the wetness forming on your folds, eager anticipation bubbling in your chest and you pussy being covered only by the thin material of your panties.

‘So, what happened?’ Tom crouched next to you, his fingers quickly picking up the small pieces from the ground.

‘I dropped this sh-thing.’ Changing your wording looked like a smart idea.

‘Darling I feel like you have a very very dirty mouth today.’ Tom tutted cleaning up the last crumbs of the pasta with you.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t want to, it just fell. And it was supposed to be for lunch.’ The explanation was brief and honest, finished with a regretful sigh.

‘I know. It’s ok, love.’ Tom reassured you and pulled you up from the ground. He pulled you to a hug and kissed your temple gently. ‘But I just can’t leave you running around with a dirty mouth like this.’ He whispered and gently pulled you when he leant against the counter.

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Don’t worry, I won’t be too rough.’ He reassured you, looking you in the eye. ‘I’ll tell you what will happen.’ An eager nod from your end made him chuckle. ‘First, I'll fuck that dirty mouth of yours, it might help to clean it a bit. That will get you nice and wet for me, maybe soaking your panties a little too, so when I tell you to stop, you will get up and grind that pretty pussy on my cock, teasing yourself, but not coming of course.’

With a pleading look you let him gently push you down to kneel in front of him, your hands resting on your thighs, waiting. Tom undid his pants and pushed them down a little pulling his cock free, giving himself a few strokes.

‘So eager.’ He commented when he saw you swallowing hard and licking your lips, waiting for his soft tip to touch your lips. ‘Open up.’ Tom’s voice was clear but gentle. His fingers were holding his cock by the base of his hard on. You did as he told, sticking your tongue out, earning a smug smile. He shifted a little to get closer and tapped his cock on your wet tongue, moving it around, coating his velvety tip with your spit. He took his time testing your limits seeing if you could hold still and not giving into the temptation to lick him without permission.

The wet sounds filled the room when he gave small, gentle slaps on your tongue with his cock. ‘Now, close it, and start sucking.’ He guided you, still holding his own cock as a clear sign to keep your hands to yourself.

The previous noises were switched to the wet sounds of you sucking his cock, lips stretching around his thick shaft, head bobbing up and down to your own rhythm. His groans and deep sighs were a clear sign that you were making him feel good. ‘Stay still.’ He warned when you started to squirm involuntarily, feeling your slit getting soaked, starting to soak into your panties.

Sucking and swallowing around him got easier and easier when your brain got slowly clouded with lust and you were beyond aroused. Your breaths come out in big puffs though your nose as you prepared yourself to push further and let him slide into your throat. Tom cursed and you swallowed around him causing you to gag slightly. He hissed at the feeling and his hand let go of his cock, softly sliding forward to hold your head. ‘Now stay still, baby girl, and look at me, I’ll fuck that dirty mouth of yours.’

Turning your eyes up to look at him was more difficult as you thought, he started to rock your head back and forward gently first, moving you until only his tip was between your lips then he pushed back not forcing you to deepthroat him yet. ‘So good for me, shit.’

He held your head and started to really fuck your mouth then, moving in and out, making you gag around him, your saliva coating him generously, the rest dripping down on your chin. His pace was still not too fast, you could keep your throat relaxed enough for him, even if the slight burn starting in your jaw made it more and more difficult.

‘Look at you, fuck.’ Tom cursed, his muscles flexing as he pushed himself until he hit the back of your throat, keeping you there until the last second you could keep it together without starting to gag and gasp for air. ‘Letting me fuck that dirty little mouth of yours, being a good little cock slut for me.’ Seemingly he got lost in it more and more his words slurring and breaking with soft moans, his peace picking up. ‘Gotta fuck all the bad words out of it.’ Now your jaw was properly burning, whole body trembling from the pent-up need and anticipation for him to finally touch you. ‘So good, darling, so good for me.’

You moaned and whimpered around him, closing your eyes, squeezing them, Tom testing your limits. It only lasted for a few seconds before he slowed down and eventually stopped. ‘Good girl, took it all so good.’ Tom praised you, his words causing a shiver going down on your spine and settling between your legs, making you throb and clench around nothing.

‘Open your mouth baby girl.’ Tom pulled his cock between your spent lips, and let you take your time to find that movement. ‘Tongue out.’ You did as he asked, and he placed his cock back to your tongue. ‘I could cum just like this, spilling onto your tongue and pretty tits, but I know you’ll have a call soon, and I want you to sit in front of your camera, like a good girl, with my cum in your panties.’

Your eyes went wide the sound of your shock escaped your open mouth without any barrier. By the time you were over the realisation of what was coming he already had you standing, your back against the counter, your panties pushed down on your thighs.

Tom looked at you, his eyebrows high, a teasing but proud look in his eyes. ‘What is this darling?’ He asked, his fingers touching the wet spot on your panties breaking the glistering line of arousal which connected it with your pussy.

‘I need you so bad.’ You whispered as a weak explanation, head turning a little to hide how flustered you got.

‘So easy for me.’ Tom stepped closer, gliding his cock between your folds without a warning. Your body jumped to the sudden sensation a loud moan falling from your lips. ‘So easy.’ Tom repeated himself as he started to fuck your folds, your arousal covering his cock in a second, making the sensation almost unbearably intense. ‘Look at you, just standing here, letting me do whatever.’ He leant down placing a gentle kiss to your sore lips. ‘Use your hands, love, keep my cock pressed to your needy cunt.’

With a weak whimper you did so, a shudder running through you, as the friction just got so much stronger, just as you needed it. He was grinding into your pussy, his tip eagerly pushing into your entrance, but never really inside of you, testing your limits, making your tremble and whimper continuously. ‘So easy of me as always. I could slid into that empty little cunt and fuck you and you’d thank me for it, huh?’ Tom’s voice was husky, seducing you even more, having you completely at his mercy.

‘Yes, Sir.’ The weak cry coming from you let him know just how desperate he got you already.

‘Good girl.’

Tom kept moving, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less and less controlled, giving you more and more, his hot tip leaking, mixing his wetness with yours when he bumped into your clit making you see stars. Just before you could have gotten close he grabbed your hand and moved it from the way, guiding his tip inside of you with heavy pants, and the feeling of relief almost washed over you, but he stopped. With only his blunt cock head stretching you out he was franticly jerking of, moaning and praising you before he come. His hot, heavy load was shooting into you, filling up your pulsing, empty cunt.

‘Fuck.’ Tom’s body finally relaxed, his hand gently milking his own cock, to empty himself completely inside of you. He pulled your panties back and pulled out, drops of his white release already painting your panties. ‘Look at you, wearing my cum in these pretty panties.’ You felt like you wanted to scream or cry with frustration in the state he left you, but a satisfied sigh betrayed you when he pulled the ruined fabric up and you felt the warm liquid spreading around your fucked out pussy. ‘Now, close your legs like a good girl, and if you behave, I’ll reward you tonight.’ Tom whispered onto your lips as he kissed you lazily, pulling your close, drawing shooting circles onto your hips.

‘Thank you, Sir.’

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@terrifictomholland, @we--are---not--afraid, @itstaskeen, @spideybrie, @thegirlintheswivelchair @greenorangevioletgrass @squirrelsarescaryman, @duskholland, @sinisterspidey, @tomsrebeleyebrow, @hazofmyheart @worldoftom, @augustholland , @dreamsarecloserwithyou @frenchfrostpudding

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mikkomacko · 3 years

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Sweet As Honey 18

Hello everyone! Here she is! Thank you all so much for being so patient with me and this chapter. I hope it lives up to the hype and the wait lol. I'd also like to say that I will still be writing and finishing this series as well as my other in progress ones. However, I'm currently feeling like I'm not that interested in Harry right now and I feel like it's mostly all the drama and everything going on with him right now so updates will be slow. Also I've changed my theme to a Marvel x One Direction theme because I've decided to take one of my Bucky Barnes plot and actually publish it. I'll still post Harry because of course I love him but he won't be the main focus of this blog anymore.

Thanks for waiting and reading. Hope you enjoy the chapter! X

Harry's good under pressure. At least looking from the outside in, he is. It's a skills he's picked up from boxing. Always pretend you know what's going on. No surprises, no shocks. If he's in a fight and his opponent is stronger or faster than he originally thought, he doesn't show it. Acting like it was expected, like he planned it rattles others and helps him maintain his grace.

He keeps that same approach when it comes to interviews.

Liam meets him outside the gym, waving with a bright smile that Harry just smiles at, shocked to find his trainer in the parking garage rather than the ring.

"What's going on mate?" Harry greets, trying to step around him to get to the stairs but Liam halts him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Gotta reporter here who wants to chat with you about recovering from your concussion and reaching the finals."

His tone is laced with hesitance, lips pursed in suppressed grimace and Harry doesn't blame him. Liam knows how much Harry hates interviews. They're his least favorite part of the job. He's here to box and get paid, to provide for his family, not to tell the world every detail of his life.

"Oh," Harry mumbles, shrugging and stepping up to the door. "Alright. Only for a few minutes though, wanna get home a little early today."

If Liam is surprised by Harry's ease he doesn't show it. "Got something going on?"

Harry follows Liam inside, nodding to Mark at the front desk. "Y/n has just been exhausted lately and Arlo can't spend a second alone without screaming bloody murder. Just want to be there to make sure she's resting and Arlo's not being a pest."

"He's your son, of course he's being in a pest."

The comment leaves too much pride in Harry's chest for him to even care that Liam just insisted he himself is a pest. Besides, Harry knows he's clingy and a little too attached but that's just how his relationship with y/n is, and they love it.

In his private locker room,Harry finds the reporter, a young girl who can't be too far out of undergrad with dark hair and a bright red lips. She's sat on the bench, a notepad on her thigh and her phone resting next to it.

"Hello Mr. Styles." She greets, shaking his hand when he approaches her. "I'm Rebecca Weese."

Harry takes a seat next to her, nodding. "Nice to meet you. I don't have a lot of time today but I can answer a few of your questions if we can make it quick." He smiles guiltily, hoping to not come off as rude.

She nods, immediately glancing down at her notepad and crossing some things out. Harry assumes they're questions she's decided aren't important enough. "Is it ok if I record this? Just sound of course."

Again, he nods, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie as he waits for her to begin. Tapping at her phone, she places it between them to catch both voices and then scans her notes again.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you've only been boxing for a few years, right?"

Harry shrugs. "I trained a lot when I was teenager, worked under Ted until he decided to bring me up to the pros. Was about 20 I think when that happened." He tries to stay vague, knowing he can't tell the public that his "training" was an illegal boxing ring.

"Five-Six years is a short amount of time to be included in a tournament like this one. Most contenders are well into their careers before being qualified to participate. What do you think has been the main factor in your success?"

Routine question, and he's got a routine answer. "I was fortunate enough to figure out early on that boxing is what I wanted to do and I think that helped out a lot. I also got a very good team behind me. My trainer, manager, my wife, they're all the main factors in my success. I'm very grateful to have them."

Rebecca smiles a bit, jotting down a few words. "Does your wife work in the industry?"

It's her casual tone, as if she were a friend just wanting to hear him brag about his lover that has him answering so honestly.

"No she works in design but I met her early in my career and she's always supported me. Takes care of me after bad matches and whatnot, always comes to my fights even if it means being on her feet for hours. Which isn't exactly her favorite thing at the moment with the baby-"

Harry stops, eyes widening a bit at what he's just revealed. Part of him wishes desperately that Rebecca didn't hear him but he knows that's impossible.

"I didn't know you're a father," she says kindly, sensing his panic. "Do you want to talk about it more or should I scratch that part?"

He doesn't know what makes him say it. A year ago he'd have fled the room if he were questioned about his family. Harry likes to keep them separate, to keep his kids away from his boxing. It's possibly a small part of him that's conditioned to keep his work a secret from his family even if he doesn't have to. But Rebecca's offer to drop the whole topic is what breaks him.

"S'ok," he says "I've got a son that's about a year old and another on the way."

Her eyes light up, beaming at him and he grins shyly but somehow proudly at the same time. "That's awesome. Congrats. I know your son's young but does he have any part in your career? Influence maybe?"

"He doesn't watch any of my fights or anything. Too young to be around violence like that but he does affect my fighting in a way. I used to go into boxing with just the mentality that I'm doing something I love, but now I've got the added success. A win means more support for my family and I want them to always have what they need so I've got sort of an edge there."

"Like having something to fight for?" She confirms, and Harry nods immediately.

"Yeah. I'd do anything for them and I think that makes me a bit dangerous in the ring."

No matter what, he'll always be fighting for them. Everything he does is for y/n and his boys.

The house smalls of tomato sauce and pasta when Harry walks in, mouth instantly watering and stomach rumbling. He had a light breakfast this morning before going to the gym and now that's he burnt off all that energy he reckons he could eat a horse. Dropping his keys on the table in the entryway, toeing off his sneakers, and dropping his gym bag to the floor, Harry makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's so caught up in wanting to eat he doesn't notice the TV playing a Disney movie or the two figures sprawled out on the couch until one of them is calling for him.

"Daddy!" Arlo's head pops up over the cushions, dimples sunk into his cheeks and eyes bright. Harry immediately changes course, coming up behind the couch and meeting Arlo's outstretched arms.

"'Ello bug," Harry greets, smacking a kiss to his cheek. Arlo coos happily, curling up against Harry's shoulder. Y/n is watching them with a small smile, a hand resting easily over the stretched fabric of his tee-shirt she's wearing. "And hello darling." He leans over the back of the couch to press a crooked kiss to her lips.

"Hi baby," she sits up, smiling dreamily at him. "How was the gym?"

Harry shrugs, adjusting Arlo on his hip. "Was good. I had an interview today about finals and....stuff." Her eyebrow quirks up at his hesitancy to continue.

"What stuff?"

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Harry drops his gaze to Arlo. "You, Arlo, the baby." She doesn't respond immediately and he knows it’s because she’s trying to analyze him. He's fairly private about his family, especially his children and the only reason he'd informed the world of Arlo was to get people off his back about leaving y/n, so he knows she's probably confused by his ease with talking about the new baby.

"How'd it go?" She asks, pushing herself up from the couch with a hand on her belly. Without hesitation Harry reaches out to place his free hand over hers, moving her with him towards the kitchen. "Where are we going?"

"M'starving darling," he says and his stomach grumbles in agreement, making Arlo gurgling back and nudge his foot into Harry's tummy. "But interview went well. Announced the pregnancy."

"You did?" She questions, perching herself on the counter stool with wide eyes. "Seems a bit early compared to Arlo's announcement."

Managing as best he can with one free hand, Harry retrieves a bowl from the cabinet and serves himself a heaping mountain of spaghetti. "Just came out if m'being honest," he shrugs, settling into the stool next to her with Arlo still glued to his lap. "'sides it's different this time. He was my first baby and I was scared."

He doesn't realize that she's fallen silent until he's slurping back noodles and she doesn't scold him. Curiously, Harry rotates just enough to look at her. Y/n is staring at him, eyes big and moony when he mumbles a suspicious "wha'?"

"You were scared?"

Swallowing down his food, he nods. Her intent gaze brings a blush to his cheeks and he has to drop his eyes to peer down at Arlo. "Y-yeah. Didn't know if he'd like me as his dad, ya know?"

Harry's never said those words out loud, now that he's come to think of it. Whenever something's pertained to Arlo, Harry was always the positive reinforcement, the one reassuring y/n about them stepping into parenthood. He never really told her how much it scared him because he didn't want to scare her.

"I-I didn't know that," she mumbles. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugs, lifting his gaze from Arlo to y/n. "Because I wanted to be a good dad. Ya know, like the kind that can kill spiders and scare aware bad dreams.....Just wanted to be strong I guess."

He doesn't say it, but he knows she's picked up the fear he won't acknowledge. He doesn't want to be his dad. His father was great but the sad thing is, everything great about him was brought out by alcohol. Des needed that poison to combat his own fears and insecurities, and Harry doesn't want to be like that too. He doesn't want to leave his kids the same way he was left.

"Being scared doesn't make you weak Harry."

She leans over to press a tender kiss to his jaw, belly brushing against his side, and he thinks about those words for the remainder of the day.

Crouched down, Harry steers the shopping cart with one hand and guides Arlo along with the other one. By the way he's trudging along, Harry knows Arlo is getting tired of walking. It's good for him to practice though, so Harry leads him along for another few minutes before scooping him up in one arm.

"Did so well bug." Harry compliments, pecking Arlo's cheek. The toddler curls up into his chest, yawning. It's a bit difficult steering the cart with one hand but Harry manages, steadily making his way up and down each aisle. He gets baby cereal for Arlo, a couple bags of puffy hot Cheetos to stash in the cabinets, and he's stocking up on y/n's latest craving (spaghetti-o's and meatballs) when a familiar face rounds the corner.

Zayn is pushing a cart filled groceries, eyes scanning up and down the shelves and Harry curses under his breath. The last person he wants to see right now is Zayn. Last time they had a run in he said something that bothered y/n and Harry never wants anything to bother his girl.

In an attempt to hide, Harry pulls his hood up over his head, shrinking into his pullover and craning his neck to not make eye contact with his old friend. Grabbing a few cans of the fake pasta y/n is living off of, Harry sets them in the cart and quickly walks down the aisle. A man who looks a few years older than Harry moves towards him, stepping around Zayn and in front of Harry's cart.

"Excuse me," the man stops him, gaze dropping to the boy against his chest for half a second before regretfully meeting Harry's eyes. "m'so sorry to bother, didn't notice the little one-"

"It's fine." Harry cuts off, glancing at Zayn to make sure his back is still to them. It is and Harry relaxes a bit at that, but his curiosity grows. "How can I help you sir?"

The man smiles, grateful. "I just wanted to tell you that m'son and I are big fans and we're excited for your fight this weekend."

Harry knows he has fans, he's run into a few around the city but they're usually teens and kids that want an autograph. He's never had a grown man approach him about his career and it's odd. Flattering, but odd.

"Thanks man. I really appreciate your support." Harry says sincerely, smiling. The man nods in response, taking a step away from Harry. He moves to leave but stops last minute, turning back to Harry.

"Congrats on the baby news too." He says quickly, almost shy or embarrassed. Before Harry can even thank him, the man is rushing out a "have a good day" and then he's moving down the aisle.

Confused, Harry stands there for a moment trying to figure out what happened. He knew announcing the new baby would bring more attention to him in the media and he's not surprised that that man, who's clearly a fan, had already heard it. He is surprised that the man seemed almost scared to admit to Harry that he knows.

"Harry?"

Fuck.

He looks up, meeting the golden eyes that could only belong to Zayn. Harry doesn't even bother trying to smile at his old friend as he stands in front of Harry's cart. A lady maneuvers around them, murmuring a soft "excuse me sir." Harry scoots his cart over, smiling apologetically.

"How have you been man?"

Harry's gaze returns to it's impassive expression, glancing over Zayn's too-bright presence. "I've been good." Harry responds, moving Arlo to his other arm when he starts to lose feeling in his fingers. The movement draws Arlo out of his nap-like state, the toddler now noticing Zayn standing in front of them. Immediately his face scrunches into a look of annoyance.

If Zayn notices, he must not care because he smiles at Arlo, teeth dazzling. "That's good to hear. Congratulations on the baby, by the way! Saw the article up front. S'amazing!"

Article? Harry lips are just starting to form his question when his phone rings, the tune specific to y/n. "Sorry, gotta take this." Harry says in Zayn's direction, digging into his pocket and retrieving his phone. He hits answer before Zayn can even respond.

"Hi darling."

Harry wiggles Arlo into the basket. "Hi H. You still at the store?"

He pushes the cart down the aisle, not caring that he's left his old friend hanging. "Yeah I am. What's up"

The sound of a running faucet comes through the speaker. "Forgot to add yogurt bites to the list. Arlo ate the last of 'em last night and ya know how he is if he doesn't have any before bed."

Harry snorts, steering towards the baby food aisle. Arlo has fallen in love with yogurt bites and they've become his snack before bed. Harry thinks he shouldn't be having them every night and he'd tried to tell Arlo that two nights ago, but Arlo is a stubborn thing. He screamed his head off, ignored Harry's attempts at giving him fresh fruit instead, and then only calmed down after y/n nursed him.

"I'll grab 'em darling. No worries." He assures, tossing a couple bags of the bites into the cart. "Anything else?"

"Do we still have the old flower vases from our wedding in the garage?" She asks.

"Umm, I think so. You expecting flowers from a secret lover or something?" Harry jokes, eyes catching on a pack of bibs hanging in the aisle.

"Not unless you've got a trick up your sleeve Styles." She retorts.

He tosses a pack into the basket. "Buy you a whole flower shop if that's what ya want darling." Arlo grumbles from the baby seat of the cart, tiny fingers coming up to play with the rings on Harry's fingers that are locked around the steering bar.

"Don't worry about that, we've got enough flowers." Y/n laughs and he can hear her moving around the house. "Three bouquets just arrived with congratulations cards."

"What?"

"Guess the baby announcement was well accepted." She says. "We're getting lots of flowers for it."

Pushing towards the checkout, Harry frowns in confusion. "Got stopped by a fan today for the same thing. Can't believe it's such a big deal."

"Well you're more known now than when we were having Arlo." She reasons, and Harry hums his agreement. He passes the self checkouts, freezing when he spots numerous copies of his face on the ends of the aisle.

"Holy shit," he breathes, not even thinking about the innocent ears before him. Y/n gasps through the phone, scolding him for his language. "Sorry darling, s'just I'm bloody plastered all over the grocery store."

He reads over the cover of the sports magazine. It's got a big photo of him in the ring, gloves held up to his chin and jaw tight around his mouth guard. Next to it is a photo of him and y/n leaving a big fight awhile back. She's got her head down, hand snug in his as he leads her along. And written in bold yellows is "Harry Styles Expecting Baby #2 As He Prepares for Biggest Fight Yet!"

"They put me on the front page." He tells her, not bothering to flip open the article before he's quickly moving away from the display. "Why would they do that?"

When he did that interview, he thought it'd be a small, breezy section in the magazine. If he had known he'd be getting stopped in the grocery store and flowers sent to his house he wouldn't have said anything. As previously mentioned, he's a private guy, so having this detail projected in a way he wasn't warned about makes his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"It's alright Harry," y/n says reassuringly, knowing that he's become anxious at the publicity. "No harm done. It's just flowers bub and as long as we've got those vases in the garage, everyone will survive."

He chuckle weakly at her joke, picking an aisle so he can quickly checkout and go home. "Don't go digging around for them by yourself, don't need ya falling and getting hurt. I'll help ya when I get home."

"Aw my hero." She coos, and he knows she's teasing but it still makes him blush. God he loves her.

"Those bloody things are making my nose itch." Harry grumbles, aggressively rubbing the palm of his hand into his burning nostrils. He glares at the bouquet of peonies on the dresser, a gift from y/n's co-workers, and moves towards the bed.

Y/n is propped up against the headboard, a pair of his pajama bottoms on her legs but her shirt has been abandoned on the carpet by the bed. Arlo is attached to her hip, mouth latched to her nipple and she's stroking through his soft hair while he breastfeeds. Harry's heart throbs in his chest, warmed by the sight of his wife coddling their baby, and he's so fucking in love with her he's anxious to get Arlo into bed so he can have his way with her.

"I can't just throw them out, H." She sighs, pulling her gaze from the television to his pouty face. He huffs, running the damp towel in his hand through his hair one last time before haphazardly tossing it towards the closet. Kneeing his way up the bed, he curls into y/n's side and smiles when she tucks her arm around him.

"Stroke my hair too?" He mumbles, peering up with puppy eyes and she giggles before threading her fingers through his hair too. Arlo gurgles around a mouthful, bright green eyes opening to look at Harry. He worries for a moment that Arlo is going to get fussy and kick him away, but the toddler just blinks at him sleepily.

"Tha's ma boy." He coos fondly, squirming a hand over to pat Arlo's full tummy. Y/n giggles and continues to stroke his hair, Harry watching Arlo slowly be soothed to sleep. "Lemme get him to bed darling."

Grunting, he pushes himself up from the mattress and too his feet. Y/n transfers Arlo to his awaiting arms, swiping at the milk that dribbled out of his snoring lips and onto her skin. Harry leans down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Wanna have a shag when I get back?"

A shocked laugh bursts out of her, Harry's face lighting up at the sound as his heart swells. He was trying to be a bit silly, not enough to have her eyes crinkling like that, but he's happy she finds him funny.

"Sure baby." She breathes, still grinning. His stomach flutters, excitement bubbling in his belly and he nods quickly before moving across the room.

Arlo stays cuddled into Harry's neck as he flicks on the nightlight in the nursery and adjusts the blankets in the crib. Theo watched Harry from his bed in the corner, sleepy puppy eyes following his every move. He lays Arlo down, gently shushing him when he store and tucks Bunny into his side. With a peck to his head and a quiet "good night bug," Harry partially shuts the bedroom door and rushes back into the bedroom.

Y/n has already kicked off her bottoms, leaving her naked on their sheets and Harry groans as he works to catch up with her. His shirt is playfully tossed at y/n's grinning face, Harry laughing as he wiggles out of his sweats. Naked as the day he was born, Harry jumps onto his knees at the bottom of the bed.

A laugh bubbles out of y/n when the whole bed shakes under his weight, clearly amused at how excited he is. She must be just as excited though because she quickly leans forward to cup his face, attaching their lips and bringing him back down to the pillows with her.

"Wanna be on top," he mutters into her mouth, ghosting his hand down her tummy and tickling his thumb over her clit. "f'that's ok?"

"Mmm," she hums, happily "too tired to top anyway."

Harry seals their lips together again, using his knees to spread her thighs a bit further apart for him. Her palms smooth down his sides and around to his back, a breathy moan interrupting their kiss courtesy of his fingers. Harry utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging her hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against her side. She lifts, and he settles it under her lower back and bum to prop her up. Luckily for him, he's had a lot of practice getting around a baby bump for a shag.

Settling between her thighs, Harry giggles when she wraps her legs around his hips and tugs him closer. His body hovers over hers, love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through her folds, groaning at how slick she's become.

"Don't even have to try anymore do I?" He teases with a wolfish smile, capturing her lips just as she rolls her eyes. Giggling, he leaves soft kisses across her cheek, heading towards the base of her jaw.

"S'the baby's fault honestly." She argues, her fingers disappearing into the damp locks sticking to the back of his neck.

He hums, smirking against her skin. "Is it?"

With a small tug she's pulling him back up to her mouth. "Yeah. Gets me revved up all the bloody time. I don't know what you're putting in there mister but it's exhausting."

Harry laughs quietly, nipping at her bottom lip. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of ya. S'my problem after all, isn't it?"

Y/n nods, biting back a grin as Harry grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling her. Chest to chest, Harry smiles at the feeling of their stomachs pressed together as he guides the head of him into her slit.

The sigh that puffs out of her chest sends a zip of pleasure up his spine, as if she'd been partial without him and the pure relief of just having him in her is all she could ever want. Harry hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey she is for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have her this desperate for him and his touch.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to her, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. He pulls his hips back, breath stuttering when he easily slips forward again.

Y/n moans softly, dropping one hand to the small of his back as if guiding him. "So so good H." She confirms in a whisper, her voice tickling his ear and he squirms with a small laugh at the sensation.

Harry's soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between them and the one sleeping down the hall. Even the kisses he places on her jaw and lips are tender, small brushes between their confirmations that he "feels so good" inside her and she was "made for being wrapped me huh?" And Harry thinks nothing ever been truer. Her arms were made to hold him, her hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and her heart was made to completely consume his.

Y/n reaches her high before him, rolling her hips up to try and quicken his but he maintains his sensual thrusts, stroking her temple as she trembles and gasps, clinging to him in every way possible. There's something about how quick she falls apart for him when she's pregnant and how utterly earth shattering it is for her, that it completely obliterates any sense of stamina Harry's ever had. He couldn't care less when he follows shortly after, grinding down into her heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in her walls. She's the one stroking his temple this time, and he knows she's watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes.

Maybe it's the lingering anxiety that washed over him at the grocery store, but when y/n kisses him and gently nudges him off of her so she can go pee, Harry's desperate as he grips her hand and pouts, practically begging when he asks "can I get back in ya after? Just to fall asleep darling?"

Of course she nods, brushing sweaty curls from his forehead to soothe him and just like that he already feels lighter. He never has to sorry with her, because they were made for loving each other.

"Oh fuck!"

"Would you stop being so loud! It's 8 in the morning!"

"Can't help it, darling."

Harry tightens his hold around y/n's thighs, dipping his tongue back into her slit and groaning loudly despite the warning she's already given him this morning. She tugs on his hair scoldingly, drawing a pained hiss out of him. Harry brings his teeth up to her clit, nibbling in retaliation. A pained hiss of her own leaves her lips, cut off by a soft moan as he soothes his tongue over the spot.

Grinding her hips up into his mouth, Harry can't help but push his own into the mattress and a deep groan escapes him as he does so. Huffing, y/n scolds him again for being too loud when they've got a sleeping child one room over.

"Stop yelling at me so I can make you cum." He purrs, lips brushing over her clit. Their eyes meet over the curves and dips of her body, Harry smirking when she raises a prodding eyebrow at him. He kisses her thigh just once, lapping his tongue through her slit and he's just reaching her most sensitive spot when the beginning stirs of Arlo waking up break through the baby monitor.

Simultaneous groans leave both their mouths, this time of frustration. Harry pouts, knocking his forehead on y/n's hip bone and shaking his head.

"I told you Styles." Y/n teases, stroking through his hair for a second. He can't even think of a rebuttal before Arlo is calling out softly for her, and she's pushing up from the bed to get dressed.

"Take care of that while I take care of this." She calls as she disappears through the door, snickering softly and leaving him there desperate for her. But then again, when is he not desperate for her?

Hey man, hope I'm not being a bother. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink Friday or something?

-Z

Harry stares at the message, wondering why Zayn would sign it when the Instagram handle is clearly him. He also wonders why the hell Zayn is trying to hang out with him now.

It's a sunny day, the air outside relatively warm for March so Harry slipped a sweater on Arlo and brought him out to the backyard to play. They're sat in the grass, Arlo between his legs as they teach Theo to play fetch. Arlo's gotten good at tossing the chew toy himself, so Harry used the free time to start clearing out the congratulations messages he's received on Instagram.

"What's the matter H?"

Harry locks his phone, tilting his head up and squinting into the sun as y/n stands over them. She's got a bowl of puffy hot Cheetos in her hand, cradling them as if they were a precious gem as she settles into the grass with them.

"Nothing," he mumbles, pecking her temple when she leans into his side. "just got a weird text from Zayn. He wants to hang out."

Crunching through a chip, she hums. "Did you know he lives here?"

She lifts up a Cheeto, offering it to him. Harry gladly takes it between his teeth, pulling it from her fingertips and crunching down on the puffy chip. Swallowing, he shakes his head.

"Ran into him at the store once around Valentine's Day," she says, eyes watching Arlo dig his stubby fingers into the dry grass. "Was trying to talk to me about you I think but your son threw a fit and I was too busy to care honestly."

"Really?" Harry asks, perking up at the idea of Arlo throwing a tantrum to keep people away from y/n. That's the only time he'll agree with such actions. "Taught him well then haven't I?"

Rolling her eyes, she elbows him. "If you're son grows up to be rude I'm going to kick your ass Harry Styles."

Laughing, he steals a chip from her, locking his phone and dropping it to the grass. Arlo, interested in the device, crawls over to pick it up.

"Wouldn't expect anything less darling." He says, reaching over to swipe his phone to the camera so Arlo can snap random pictures.

"What are you going to do about Zayn then?"

"Suppose I should see what he wants, yeah?"

Y/n shrugs but Harry can read the look on her face easily. She's always silently encouraged him to face things that need mending or fixing, and his past with Zayn is one of those things.

"S'done then," he laughs, pinching her side affectionately. "I'll figure out why he's so obsessed with me."

She laughs, throwing her head back and scrunching her nose in the way makes him want to stare at her forever. "Think it's that one he's obsessed with. Look how cute he is."

Harry follows her line of sight, smile growing at the sight of Arlo making faces at himself in Harry's camera.

So bloody cute.

"Are we gonna be besties? I think we're gonna be besties." Niall states, swinging an arm around y/n's shoulders. He's on his third beer of the night already and Harry hasn't even made it to the ring yet. Y/n just laughs, continuing to maneuver tape around Harry's fingers but he's not as kind.

Casting a glare at the Irish man, Harry calls out to Gemma. "Get your leprechaun off of my girl before I use him to warm up."

Niall isn't really phased by the words, only pouting softly at Harry's steel gaze but Gemma is quick to rush over and pull Niall up from the couch by his hand.

"Come on babe, let's go find our seats." She coos to him, sending Harry an apologetic smile. He waits for her and Niall to turn their backs before chuckling softly. Y/n pinches at his wrist.

"Be nice to Niall. I really like him."

"Oh you really like him, huh?" Harry huffs, nudging his knee against hers. She rolls her eyes, giggling when he slips his free hand around her waist and pulls her into his lap. "Please tell me how much you really like Niall darling." He requests, shoving his face in her neck and playfully biting at her throat and shoulder. Just as he'd expected, she giggles and squirms, Harry having to wrap her up in a bear hug to keep her from sliding right off his thigh.

"Harry! Stop!"

He laughs with her, moving up to bite at the apples of her cheeks and her nose, growling as if he were a rabid beast. His freshly taped knuckles ache under the tightness of the wrap as he grips her flailing legs but he ignores it in favor of listening to her laugh.

"I like you more! I swear!" She shouts between laughs, wiggling a hand free and gripping the back of his neck. Pleased with her words, Harry pants out a laugh before sealing his mouth to hers.

"Tha's good because I like you more than Niall too." He mumbles into her lips.

"You like me more than you like everyone." She chuckles, stroking her thumb along his jawline. Harry's eyes shine with delight, proud that she knows her place in his heart, but he still teases.

"Mmm almost darling. Quite like my son, ya know that?"

She rolls her eyes but looks at him fondly, pinching the meat of his cheek. "Cute," she murmurs, "now go get ready for your fight baby. Want everyone to see my husband's gonna be the national champion."

Her words bring a rush of blood to his cheeks (and his cock if he's being honest), but he nudges her onto the couch next to him. "Just need two more wins." He whispers in her ear, pecking her temple.

Just two more wins.

There's good fights and there's bad fights. Everyone knows that. But not everyone knows that there's good wins and bad wins. Harry's experienced a few of those bad ones. Wins that he probably shouldn't have gotten because he certain his opponent had landed more punches and the judges miscounted. Or it was clear the other fighter wasn't into it and let him win.

Harry thinks tonight is his worst win ever.

The fight had been good. Trinsky, tonight's opponent from New Jersey, was short and stocky but strong. Harry was quicker than him though so they'd gone back and forth for a few rounds. Nothing two rough, just enough punches to have bright red welts on his torso and an ache in his jaw.

He fought through it though, fueled by the sounds of y/n and Niall cheering for him. Win this fight and he's onto the championship match. So he went at it with all he had left, charging Trinsky just as the man knocked his fist into Harry's temple.

It felt like a lightning bolt of pain zapped through his brain, shaking his core and causing his feet to stumble. Trinsky slid to the right as Harry crashed into the ropes, blinking furiously as the room around him spun. He was still in a daze as his body moved on its own, quick enough to uppercut his left fist into Trinsky's chin. The man crumbled to the mat, out cold, and Harry's dizzy head brought him down as well.

There's cheering and an announcement of his name, declaring Harry the winner but he can't seem to focus on it. Trinsky is being moved from the ring by his team, Harry falling to his bum on the mat as he rips at the velcro of his gloves with his teeth.

The room is coming back into focus, someone is calling him from the side of the ring but he doesn't recognize the voice so it goes ignored. He gets his hands free, rubbing his fingers into the tender spot on his head and wincing. He needs to take some Advil and ice it.

Harry climbs to his feet, a bit disoriented as he ducks under the ropes to leave. He knows he's got a team here somewhere but his mind can't seem to recognize what they look like or how to find them.

"Man, what are you doing?"

He turns, confused to find two men watching him like he's grown a second head. Harry feels like he knows the warm brown eyes of the taller man but he's not sure from where. Smiling uncomfortably, he motions behind him.

"I n-need ice or something." He says, excusing himself with a shrug and turning back to the locker room. He doesn't like the way his stomach twists or how his chest is telling him he knows those men when he couldn't even tell you there names right now. His heart thunders in his chest, panic seeping in and he's desperate to find something or someone that'll just help him out.

"Harry baby," she says calmly, a hand rubbing up his bare back comfortingly. "you okay?"

Y/n appears at his side, head tilted so she can meet his nervous gaze. Almost immediately he latches onto her hand, shaking his head. Her eyebrows crease, lips frowning as she reaches to cup his cheek.

"What's going on H? What's the matter?"

"M'head hurts," he answers immediately. "I-I think I forgot my team."

A trembling breath leaves his lips, tears stinging behind his eyes when he sees the concern on his wife's face. She brushes her thumb over his temple, the one she knows got hit the hardest, and then brushes a sweaty strand of hair off his forehead to place a tender kiss there.

"Let's get you to the locker room babe."

He follows like a lost puppy, trailing behind her through the back hallway and into his locker room. Y/n closes the door behind him before anyone else can enter, twisting the lock. Harry sits in the closest chair, fiddling with the tape on his fingers as he tries to calm down.

"Do you want to talk to me bub?" Y/n asks quietly, pulling up a seat directly in front of him. He nods, lifting his gaze from his hands to her face.

"I don't know what happened. It's like I got hit in the head and everything got shook up." He explains, frowning. He hates the way this feels. Hates that his body is screaming at him to just remember but his brain refuses to accept the message. "I know them, I know I do but s'like their names and stuff are just gone."

Y/n inhales sharply, biting nervously at her bottom lip. Harry's not even sure what to say and that makes him feel so much worse. He doesn't even feel like he has a concussion, not really. Everything else is still there, still in the forefront of his mind. His wife, his boys, Anne and Gemma. And he faintly remembers sitting at bars with one of the men from his team, remembers crashing on his couch late at night. But the soul of those memories are gone.

"I'm gonna get you some painkillers and water okay babe? Then we'll figure out what to do."

He nods, smiling wetly when she kisses his forehead. Watching her move around the room to gather water and whatnot, Harry wills himself to just think. He knows these men, he's just gotta focus on it. A memory stands out, one of the three of them in a car on a road trip. His trainer is driving, his manager in the passenger seat and he knows this is a trip for a match. A recent match too because he remembers saying goodbye to Arlo and y/n, kissing her swollen belly before he went.

Y/n returns to him with a bottle of water and a couple pills, watching him cautiously as he squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to just think. Recalling conversations from the car, remembering the screen in the front of the vehicle that reads Connected to Liam's iPhone. Liam. Almost instantly Nick's name floods his brain again and he feels his whole body tremble with relief.

Harry takes the medicine, gulping it down and slumping into his seat. "Nick and Liam," he finally murmurs, voice thick. "I couldn't remember darling. They were right in front of me and I couldn't remember their fucking names."

A silent tear trails down his cheek, Harry sniffling as y/n wipes it away with a tender touch he's only felt from her. "Its ok Harry. We'll figure out what happened. At least you remember now baby." She tried to comfort, but Harry's heart still aches.

"What if-" he peers up at her through wet eyelashes. "what if it had been you? Or Arlo? Or all three of you? What if I-"

He can't even finish the thought before he's shaking his head, more tears slipping down his cheeks and jaw. What would he have done if he'd looked at y/n and not remembered her name? Not remembered the beautiful son they created? Or the one she's growing now?

"It wasn't Harry," she stays sternly, cutting into his spiralling thoughts. "it wasn't and even if it did happen, it wouldn't change a thing. You're not getting rid of us."

Trying to smile, he nods and takes a deep breath. He trusts her, more than anyone, and he's never known someone that fights as much as she does. He knows, no matter what, that she'll always have his back.

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